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.
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.
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.