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Momma and the Meaning of Life: Tales of Psychotherapy

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Irvin D. Yalom
Irvin D. Yalom

Irvin D. Yalom is an American author renowned for his psychological novels and philosophical reflections. His works delve into the essence of human existence, as well as psychotherapy and interpersonal relationships. more

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“Bucuriile tot copiii ţi le dau. Îi vezi cum cresc de cînd deschid ochii, cum se tîrăsc de-a buşilea, cum încep a sta copăcel şi apoi merg ca omul, în două picioare, cum se ridică pînă la genunchi, mai sus de genunchi, cum trec de la gîngăvit la vorbă, la înţelegere. Nu bagi de seamă cum curge vremea, te pomeneşti cu ei gogeamite rumânii... Omul care nu prăseşte copii, de ce mai vieţuieşte? E ca pomul fără rod pe care-l tai din rădăcină şi-l arunci la uscături...”

“... And two thousand years, that's nothing, the earth had existed for thousands and thousands more years than that and would probably exist for thousands more. The water will flow for thousands of years more, without him seeing it. And even if the world did end, that still didn't really mean anything. There would be so much more time afterwards, time would never end. And all that time, he would be dead. The Freeloader”

“Jason felt all the blood drain out of his face. He stood there as the reality of Mitch’s words hit him hard. One day it would be another man Haley would talk to, watch games with, or just sit in absolute peaceful silence while they worked or ate, and worst of all it would be another man holding Haley in his arms at night. 'Fuck…,' he gasped. 'Oh great, you broke him! Are you happy now?' Brad demanded. 'Come on, buddy, we’ll get you fixed up with a cold beer and a plate of hot wings. How does that sound? Does that sound good?' Numbly, Jason nodded.”

“Can I tell you something?" He tilted his head, moving in closer still, so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "Do you want to know what my grandma used to say about kisses on the forehead?" He pressed his lips to her brow, holding the silk soft kiss for a long moment while Isobel stood in place, unable to bring herself to shove him away. "She told me it’s the kind of kiss we save for the dead.”