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The past was permanent in the same way the future was always just a hypothetical, two ends of a spectrum where one was concrete and the other air, and the instantaneous now, the single real moment, was the fixed point from which the weight of life hung and swung.
Once a loved one was gone, however, assuming you were essentially fond of them, she had found that the disappointments faded and only the love remained.
how it was that BioMed had known to come pick up those computers before she had told anyone at the company that Gerry was dead.
“You, sir, are a bag of dicks.”
about emotions. You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.
Sometimes, you needed to bear your soul’s pain to somebody who had walked a mile in your sparkly high heels.
Some destinations were ever new territory, however, no matter how well you knew their town squares.
Oh, great, John thought. Let’s pull up a couple of chairs and watch the layers of my skin melt off like that guy’s face in Raiders of the Lost Ark.
If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.
she thought of something she had heard about friends. Some were in your life for a season. Some were in your life for a reason. And then there was, of course, the third grouping: The lifelong relationships that you carried through all seasons and all reasons.
she’d decided to start with Spic n’ Span’ing the kitchen, on her hands and knees, going all Joan Crawford in Mommy Dearest. Helga, when you polish the floor, you have to move the tree. God, she couldn’t believe she still remembered that quote.
