Olive, Again (Olive Kitteridge, #2)

by Elizabeth Strout

And then he thought: How does one live an honest life?

“To bear the burden of the mystery with as much grace as we can.”

and every morning when she opened the door she was aware of the beauty of the world.

But here was the world, screeching its beauty at her day after day, and she felt grateful for it.

For a few moments she felt something close to bliss, but it was more as though time had stopped—just for these few moments time had stopped—and there was only the doctor and life, and it sat with her in the morning sunshine that fell over the bed. She