#par

He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#loss #parenting #life

Why my interest in writers? Well, I'm one, and many of my friends are writers. I know what it's like to write. I'm interested in the creative process. I'm fascinated by the disparity between who we are on the outside, and what we have bubbling away inside us. ↗

— Eric Brown

#between #bubbling #creative #creative process #disparity

They used to but not any more. You kind of get used to it - you accept it is part of your job - if you're famous and you want this life, you have got to accept this part of it as well. ↗

— Charlotte Church

#any #famous #get #got #job

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#life #love #partner #problems #storms

No, Miss Wright didn't want to meet her kid. To her, that relationship was just as important, just as ideal and impossible as it would be to the child. She'd expect that young man to be perfect, smart, and talented, everything to compensate for all the mistakes that she'd made. The whole wasted, unhappy mess of her life. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#children #parent #parenting #parents #relationship

although she went home that night feeling happier than she had ever been in her short life, she did not confuse the golf course party with a good party, and she did not tell herself she had a pleasant time. it had been, she felt, a dumb event preceded by excellent invitations. what frankie did that was unusual was to imagine herself in control. the drinks, the clothes, the instructions, the food (there had been none), the location, everything. she asked herself: if i were in charge, how could i have done it better? ↗

— E. Lockhart

#golf-course-party #in-control #food

Long after our cities are condemned and deserted, our city parks will stand as a testament of the serenity of our weekends to distant trespassers. As we wait in the bushes to embrace their heavy garments, the trespassers may think, cuddling themselves in their warm garments, ‘what a carefree people this was, a people much like ourselves before the cold.’ The trespassers idealize us, unaware of the many serious life lessons the recreationist would have been confronted with on any given visit: - No feeding the geese. If a man doesn’t know how to eat, he isn’t fit to teach lesser beings. - Pick up your trash. The park is a place where your children vicariously display your own values, but cutely. It is not a dumping ground. - Keep off the grass. Because Sunday is not Sin-day. Take your blankets into the woods for that kind of summer fun. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#humor #life-lessons #parks #humor

I think it has other roots, has to do, in part, with a general anxiety in contemporary life... nuclear bombs, inequality of possibility and chance, inequality of goods allotted to us, a kind of general racist, unjust attitude that is pervasive. ↗

— Leonard Baskin

#anxiety #attitude #bombs #chance #contemporary

He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He's a Reed. It's what he does. ↗

— Allie Burke

#life

There is only room in the lifeboat of your life for one, and you always choose yourself, and turn your parents into whatever it takes to keep you afloat. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#always #choose #into #keep #life