An End to Sorrow Quotes

“adult. It isn’t even having children of your own, though that shoves you a few steps down the path; it’s surviving tragedy. It’s coming out the other side, kind of broken, changed by what happened.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“It isn’t age, experience, or wisdom that makes you an adult. It isn’t even having children of your own, though that shoves you a few steps down the path; it’s surviving tragedy. It’s coming out the other side, kind of broken, changed by what happened.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“falling in love is a lot like buying a new pair of boots. You start off head over heels. These are the best boots you’ve ever owned! But then, inevitably, they start to chafe. They’re uncomfortable and feel like they’re trying to force your foot into some awkward new shape rather than conforming to the bones defining you. They look so good though you hesitate to let them go. And what’s a little discomfort? You go through this with every pair of boots anyway, right? So, you give them a little time. Maybe your foot changes a little where the leather won’t give, and the boot gives where your foot refuses. Soon, you have the best boots you’ve ever owned. They’re comfortable and still new enough they look great. All you see is what’s right about them.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“Life is funny, you know. Funny like when you’re in a really good mood and wearing your best shirt and the sun is shining and a pretty girl gives you the eyes and then some passing seagull takes a massive wet shit on your head.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“how disillusioning it was to reach adulthood only to realize you hadn’t grown up at all.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“In an uncaring reality, nothing was inherently more important than anything else. Value was entirely in the eye of the beholder.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow

“Henka gave me the heart of the woman I loved, and I stuffed it into a fucking pocket. Ha. Fucking ironic, right? What do men keep in their pockets? The hearts of the women they love.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, An End to Sorrow