Olive, Again (Olive Kitteridge, #2)

by Elizabeth Strout

He had been saddened by the waning of his life, and yet it was not over.

What frightened him was how much of his life he had lived without knowing who he was or what he was doing. It caused him to feel an inner trembling, and he could not quite find the words—for himself—to even put it exactly as he sensed it.

He ached, as though he had walked far longer than his body could walk, his whole entire body ached, and he thought: My soul is aching.

Amy loved her mother, but she was not close to her. The things that happen in childhood do not go away.