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I found myself hugging people instinctively and getting hugged tightly back.

Cable pundits were dubbing him a "rock star" and an "overnight success", as if he hadn't spent years working up to that moment onstage, as if the speech had created him instead of the other way around.

I didn't want them ever to believe that life began when the man of the house arrived home. (as them she refers to her daughters)

When there's a baby in the house, time stretches and contracts, abiding by none of the regular rules. A single day can feel endless, and then suddenly six months have blown right past.

I knew I was no smarter than any of them. I just had the advantage of an advocate. I thought about this more often now that I was an adult, especially when people applauded me for my achievements, as if there weren't a strange and cruel randomness to it all.

Any worries could wait, I figured, because we were an us now, and we were happy. And happy seemed like a starting place for everything.

Could I have everything? Would I have everything? I had no idea.

I hoped to be exactly like my own mother and at the same time nothing like her at all.

I was old enough now to realize that all the hours she gave to me and Craig were hours she didn't spend on herself.

I'd married an outside-the-box thinker, I had to remind myself.

Whatever was out there, we'd step into it together.

a sense of being unrooted in both lands.

Inspiration on its own was shallow, you had to back it up with hard work.

We were far from poor and our future was promising, maybe even more promising for the fact that it couldn't easily be planned.

Finding a career as opposed to a job wouldn't just come from perusing the contact pages of an alumni directory, it required deeper thought and effort.

Life is short and not to be wasted.

It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something you'd otherwise find beautiful--a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids--and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way.

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violents?

Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them, you mayn’t get the things themselves, but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

I have never tasted ice cream. Diana tried to explain what it was like, but I guess ice cream is one of those things that are beyond imagination.

Saying one’s prayers isn’t exactly the same thing as praying.

برای آن‌که من کوچک نگردد، برای آن‌که حجمش حفظ شود باید خاطرات را، همچون گلهای درون گلدان، آبیاری کرد، و این مستلزم تماس منظم با شاهدان گذشته، یعنی دوستان، است.

انسان برای آن که حافظه‌اش خوب کار کند، به دوستی نیاز دارد. گذشته را به یاد آوردن، آنرا همیشه با خود داشتن، شاید شرط لازم برای حفظ آن چیزی است که تمامیت من آدمی نامیده می شود.

چگونه می‌توانست غم دوری را احساس کند در حالی که او در برابرش بود؟ چگونه می‌توان از غیبت کسی که حضور دارد رنج برد؟
می‌توان از غم دوری در حضور یار محبوب رنج برد اگر آینده ای را در نظر آوریم که یار محبوب دیگر وجود نداشته باشد.

when people mean to be good to you, you don’t mind very much when there’re not quite.

You can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

It’s easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day.

All sorts of mornings are interesting, don’t you think? You don’t know what’s going to happen through the day, and there’s so much scope for imagination.

I’m not in the depth of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn’t it a splendid thing that there are mornings?

I hate skimpy night dresses. But one can dream just as well in them as in lovely trailing ones, whit frills around the neck, that’s one consolation.