This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.
You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.
You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.
He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.
A moment might be a thousand different things.
Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.
A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
She had read about people-where? she could not remember this either- who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to not be yet of the earth, suspeded still between two worlds.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.
She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.
All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.
So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.
That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.
But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?
Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.
I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people
Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.
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