"She couldn’t do anything partway. She felt everything so deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. Anytime she’d hear a story about some kid who had cancer or an old man whose wife died, or his dog even, it was like it happened to her.
It was like she was missing the outer layer of skin that allows people to get through the day without bleeding all the time. It was like the world was too much for her.”
-Labor Day by Joyce Maynard
Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a scary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that wrapped her up neatly inside a world she could control.
Jenny Hubbard, Paper Covers Rock (via quoted-books)
The thing is, we loved each other, and on some level we always will, but when you’re twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supersede any problems. Realizing that no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces.
One of my bosses brought me a teddy bear to cuddle with. Thanks Mrs Tammy! (at Athens Regional Medical Center)