The rule of life was that the boys got to decide which girls were pretty; it didn’t really matter how ugly they were themselves.
My point is that things become weird and pointless if you examine them for too long.
Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.
Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see.
You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.
You think love is black and white. All women think that. And they’re wrong. Women are really intelligent except for when they’re being really stupid.
You could try as hard as possible to imagine someone else’s tragedy – drowning in icy waters, living in a city split by a wall – but nothing truly hurt until it happened to you. Most of all, to your child.
You could jump so much higher when you had somewhere safe to fall.
You can still bake a perfectly good cake while losing your mind.
Women are like the Olympic athletes of grudges.
Why did she think tall people couldn’t be crazy? Because they looked like they ruled the world? Because she admired them and coveted their legs?
When you’re in a relationship you get stuck playing out your different parts.