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“She needs to wake up," said Boots. "Hazard is crying. When does she wake up?" Gregor could not find it within him to give his standard reply. To pretend that in a short time Thalia would be back with them, laughing and happy. And somehow it seemed wrong to try. Boots was getting older. Very soon, she would begin to realize the truth on her own, anyway. "She's not going wake up," he told her. "She's dead." "She doesn't wake up?" said Boots. "No, not this time," said Gregor. "This time, she had to go away." Boots looked around at all their faces, at Hazard crying. "Where did she go?" No one had an answer. "Where is Thalia when she doesn't wake up?" The question hung in the air for an eternity. Finally, it was Howard who spoke up. "Why, she's in your heart, Boots." "My heart?" said Boots, putting both hands on her chest. "Yes. That's where she lives now," said Howard. "She can fly away?" asked Boots, pressing her palms tightly against her heart as if to keep Thalia from escaping. "Oh, no, she will stay there forever," said Howard.”

Death
Book:Gregor and the Marks of Secret
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“Most narcissists lack the capacity to give significant, authentic love and empathy, and you have no choice but to deal with this reality. Accepting that your own mother has this limited capacity is the first step. Let go of the expectation that it will ever be different. Most daughters I know have gone through long periods in their lives not understanding this, always wishing and hoping that the next encounter with their mother will be different.”

HealingNarcissismNarcissistic AbuseHealing InsightsMother Daughter RelationshipNarcissistic Mother
Book:Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
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“it seems I must love even you easier loving the pretty things the children the morning glories easier (as compassion grows) to love the stranger easy even to realize (with compassion) the pain and terror implicit in those who treat the world around them with such brutality such hate but oh I am no christ blessing my executioners I am no buddha no saint nor have I that incandescent strength of faith illuminated yet even so you are a sentient being breathing this air even as I am a sentient being breathing this air seeking my own enlightenment I must seek yours if I had love enough if I had faith enough perhaps I could transcend your path and alter even that forgive me, then― I cannot love you yet”

LoveHealingForgivenessToxic Relationships
Book:Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel
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