“Grief is not just a series of events, stages, or timelines. Our society places enormous pressure on us to get over loss, to get through grief. But how long do you grieve for a husband of fifty years, a teenager killed in a car accident, a four-year-old child: a year? Five years? Forever? The loss happens in time, in fact in a moment, but its aftermath lasts a lifetime.” YearsChildrenLongMomentsFactsHappensLastsLossGriefForeverFiveFourStageCarEventsHusbandPressureSeriesLifetimeAccidentsEnormousTeenagerGrievingFive YearsFiftyOur SocietyFour YearsGet OverAftermathCar AccidentTimelines Author:Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
“I borrowed my friends car the other day in an attempt to persuade my husband that we needed a car and literally this is true, in the first day of borrowing the car, I got three tickets and I rear-ended it.” FirstsThreeCarNeededHusbandMy FriendsMy HusbandTicketsBorrowedBorrowing Author:Emily Mortimer
“My husband is pretty particular about his cars. In his opinion, the Mercedes are the best of the best.” OpinionCarParticularHusbandMy HusbandBest Of The Best Author:Lauren Lee Smith
“Before I ran for District Attorney, two Republicans invited my husband and me to lunch. And I knew a party-switch was exactly what they wanted. So, I told Chuck, we'll be polite, enjoy a free lunch and then say goodbye. But we talked about issues - they never used the words Republican, or Democrat, conservative or liberal. We talked about many issues, like welfare - is it a way of life, or a hand-up? Talked about the size of government - how much should it tax families and small businesses? And when we left that lunch, we got in the car and I looked over at Chuck and said, "I'll be damned, we're Republicans."” KnowsWaySaidTwoHandsWantedUsedLeftEnjoyPartyIssuesCarRepublicanHusbandDemocratConservativeRanWelfareGoodbyeMy HusbandLunchPoliteInvitedSaying GoodbyeAttorneyChuckHands UpFree Lunch Author:Susana Martinez
“We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.” MenTryingBodyAgeFatherOur LivesAliveCarCitizensMoonHusbandTwentiesCaringShootingCrashAdolescenceBreezeBasketsCruiseGood CitizenGreat FatherGood HusbandCar CrashDashingWinsome Author:Garrison Keillor
“I'm a really bad driver. When I'm in L.A. my husband always has to park the car for me, because I'm likely to hit something.” CarHusbandParksMy HusbandDrivers Author:Gayle Tzemach Lemmon
“I really haven't been cognitive of gas prices. It wasn't until I filled up my husband's Toyota Prius Hybrid that I had a moment of understanding of how people who drive gas cars feel.” PeopleFeelsMomentsUnderstandingCarHavensHusbandFilledGasMy HusbandCognitiveHybridGas PricesFilled UpToyotaPrius Author:Alexandra Paul
“Most people get excited over new cars; I get excited over death certificates. It's no wonder my husband worries about my state of mind.” PeopleMindStatesWonderWorryCarHusbandExcitedMy HusbandState Of MindCertificatesNew Car Author:Rett MacPherson
“She saw herself riding in the passenger seat, Sam behind the wheel. Like two of those little peg people in a toy car. Husband peg, wife peg, side by side. Facing the road and not looking at each other; for why would they need to, really, having gone beyond the visible surface long ago. No hope of admiring gazes anymore, no chance of unremitting adoration. Nothing left to show but their plain, true, homely, interior selves, which were actually much richer anyhow.” PeopleNeedsLittlesLongTwoSelfShowsLeftSidesChanceBehindsGoneSawsWifeCarHusbandSurfaceWheelsVisibleSeatsRidingToysLong AgoInteriorsAdorationNo HopePassengersAdmiringHomelyPegPassenger Seat Author:Anne Tyler
“Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don't give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I'm going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long as they're busy doing that, they're like bulls looking for the bullfighter: they react instinctively, they blunder on, with no idea where the target is. They get their car, sometimes they even get a Ferrari, and they think that's the meaning of life, and they never question it. Yet their eyes betray the sadness that even they don't know they carry in their soul. Are you happy?” PeopleThinkingKnowsGivingChildrenLongTwoIdeasSoulCountrySometimesMatterHomeEyeHousePlansSadnessCarHusbandBusyNo IdeaMeaning Of LifeHard TimesTargetBetrayBullsBlundersFerrariZahir Author:Paulo Coelho
“I mean you're given all these lessons for the unimportant things--piano-playing, typing. You're given years and years of lessons in how to balance equations, which Lord knows you will never have to do in normal life. But how about parenthood? Or marriage, either, come to think of it. Before you can drive a car you need a state-approved course of instruction, but driving a car is nothing, nothing, compared to living day in and day out with a husband and raising up a new human being.” ThinkingKnowsNeedsYearsHumansMeanStatesCoursesGivenHuman BeingsLordCarBalanceLessonsHusbandNormalDrivingPianoParenthoodInstructionEquationsUnimportantApprovedNormal LifeTypingPiano PlayingUnimportant Things Author:Anne Tyler