More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
My heart is outside of my body, beyond my control, and all I can do is beg the universe to return it to me.
There’s a fiction we tell ourselves when we’re saying goodbye to someone we love. We always pretend there will be another time, because it would be too painful to acknowledge it’s the last.
That sound. My God. When he makes that noise it’s all I can do to stay on two feet.
Even the best foundations have some dirt mixed in. That’s what makes them harden into something solid and unshakeable.
There will always come a day when your child is too big to be held in your arms, when she no longer wants to sit in your lap or curl up against you at night. A day when she leaves home, when she creates her own family, when you are separated by death. We all, in the end, have to give up the things we love, and I am no exception.
