“She wanted to tuck him in, to find his pajamas with the trucks and the feet, and squeeze him until he was small enough to fit back in them. Even if it hurt him, even if it damn near killed him. She wanted to make him small again.” ChildrenMemoriesLonging Author:Claudia Lux
“You know that worried feeling?" Rose responded straight into Lily's ear. Not a whisper, but not loud enough for anyone else. "That feeling in your gut all the time, no matter the quality or intention of your company, like your safety is a gift from the men around you, not a right?" Page 248” Female Experience Book:Sign Here Source: Sign Here
“Before that she believed her body's only power was in the currency its shape gave her, which made her worth something to the strong. It wasn't until she brought her children into the world through nothing but her body's force that she realized she could be strong herself. Page 171” Female Experience Book:Sign Here Source: Sign Here
“How easy it is to idealize someone when your time together was fraught and short. We were never bored together, never grated on each other's nerves. It wasn't real.” What IfsGhostingSituationships Author:Claudia Lux
“Love—as it is in the wild, no fingerprints on the glass—knows nothing of time. If you were lucky enough for your first fall to be in love and not loss, you might get what I'm talking about. The pure stuff, like flying before you look down. Like learning that the body you thought you had to fill out all by yourself actually came with an extension; that neither worked alone, but together—bam, all of the lights come on. That's how love is supposed to be. When you add in time, however, it does what time always does. Brings everything, eventually, inevitably, to its end. After loss, love is never the same. That is not to say you won't love another, maybe even more than ever before. But as you love them, you will mourn them. You'll try not to, of course. Try to say, "You'll never know." But you do. You know. And every inch gained in flight is an inch added to the fall. That's why, when you're flat-backed on the belt, we don't cut the love out. Every time you manage to think about that which you love—remember a face or a smell—you will be bird-dogged, instantly, by the bone saw of reality. Not how it will end, but how it always has. Love tortures you more than we ever could.” LoveTimeLossHellMourning Book:Sign Here Source: Sign Here
“As far as I can tell from my observations, growing up seems to involve a lot of false starts, a lot of broken promises. The realization of the world as something neither for nor against you, but rather uninterested in you entirely. No matter how special you are, how many gold stars you receive, the world itself is incapable of loving you. When you're a kid, you don't care. You love what you love: your parents, your neighbor's angry cat, your favorite TV characters and their plastic replicas on your shelf, regardless of what you get in return. But growing up seems to be a lesson in loving only those who will love you back, and forsaking the rest.” RealityGrowing UpAdulthood Book:Sign Here Source: Sign Here
“Does it count as staying if leaving is always on the mind? How much lying does a marriage need to survive?” HappinessLyingRelationshipsMarriageDivorceInfidelity Book:Sign Here Source: Sign Here