“...when your child dies, you feel everything you'd expect to feel, feelings so well-documented by so many others that I won't even bother to list them here, except to say that everything that's written about mourning is all the same, and it's all the same for a reason - because there is no read deviation from the text. Sometimes you feel more of one thing and less of another, and sometimes you feel them out of order, and sometimes you feel them for a longer time or a shorter time. But the sensations are always the same.But here's what no one says - when it's your child, a part of you, a very tiny but nonetheless unignorable part of you, also feels relief. Because finally, the moment you have been expecting, been dreading, been preparing yourself for since the day you became a parent, has come.Ah, you tell yourself, it's arrived. Here it is.And after that, you have nothing to fear again.”
“...when your child dies, you feel everything you'd expect to feel, feelings so well-documented by so many others that I won't even bother to list them here, except to say that everything that's written about mourning is all the same, and it's all the same for a reason - because there is no read deviation from the text. Sometimes you feel more of one thing and less of another, and sometimes you feel them out of order, and sometimes you feel them for a longer time or a shorter time. But the sensations are always the same.But here's what no one says - when it's your child, a part of you, a very tiny but nonetheless unignorable part of you, also feels relief. Because finally, the moment you have been expecting, been dreading, been preparing yourself for since the day you became a parent, has come.Ah, you tell yourself, it's arrived. Here it is.And after that, you have nothing to fear again.”
Hanya Yanagihara
“. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“His persistent nostalgia depressed him, aged him, and yet he couldn't stop feeling that the most glorious years, the years when everything seemed drawn in florescents, were gone. Everyone had been so much more entertaining then. What had happened?”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“. . . breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He sits at the table and reads novels, old favorites of his, the words and plots and characters comforting and lived-in and unchanged.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“In those hours he is awake and prowling through the building, he sometimes feels he is a demon who has disguised himself as a human, and only at night is it safe to shed the costume he must wear by daylight, and indulge his true nature.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“Thank god he wasn't a writer, or he'd have nothing to write about.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship.”
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