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.
It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.
A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.
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.
He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
A moment might be a thousand different things.
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.
I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people
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.
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.
He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.
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.
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.
He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.
No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
Norah looked at her son's tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people - where? she could not remember this either - who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.
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.
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