“You lay your hand against his skin and just rib his back. Blow into his ear. Press that baby up against your own skin and walk outside with him, where the night air will sourround him, and moonlight fall on his face. Whistle, maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how to calm a crying baby)” HandsFacesNightFallWalksAirCryBabyPrayingSkinsEarsPressesLaysCalmBlowMoonlightRibs Author:Joyce Maynard
“I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.” PeopleWantHandsWantedRememberFacesTurnsFeltBreakToo MuchCryStrangeSkinsBreathsShouldersTouchedDislikeHugTraveledTouch MeHug MeBreak Even Book:Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia Source: Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
“O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.” CharacterLightLastsFacesFateMiddleCryDramaSummerWinterAncientResortsFace To FaceInvincibleInvincible Summer Book:The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays Source: The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays
“She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.” WholeEyeFacesNextCryKissingMouthsEarsNosesHer EyesEyebrowsForeheadsKissing Her Book:THE CATCHER IN THE RYE Source: THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
“...the girl longed for a love that could not be ended by death. From the time she was young, she knew that her true love was there, somewhere, living a life that would one day intersect her own. Knowing this made every day full of sweet possibility. Knowing that her true love lived and breathed and went about his day under her same sun made her fears vanish, her sorrows small, and her hopes high. Though she did not yet know his face, the color of his eyes, still she knew him better than anyone else knew him, knew his hopes and dreams, what made him laugh and cry.” KnowsMadeStillsDreamEyeFacesYoungGirlLaughingSunKnowingCryPossibilityColorSweetSorrowOne DayHis EyesHopes And Dreams Author:Martine Leavitt