I Have Lost My Way

To be the holder of other people's loss is to be the keeper of their love. To share your loss with people is another way of giving your love.

They may be complete strangers, with different lives and different problems, but there in that examination room they are measuring sadness the same way. They are measuring it in loss.

You need people who will give you the food from their plate because they feel your hunger, who will refuse to let you wander off alone no matter how many times you say it’s all good.

Just as, she now understands, Nathaniel's loss has somehow merged with her own. It sounds like a burden, to take this on, but really, it's the opposite. To be the holder of other people's loss is to be the keeper of their love. To share your loss with people is another way of giving your love.

When a broken bone heals, it's stronger than it was before the break. Same holds true for broken hearts.

Where you need to be?" he asked me. And I had the strangest thought: Right here is where I need to be.

It's the hoping that makes it hurt.

And secrets crave fissures, until the fissures become trenches, and the trenches become channels, and the channels become crevasses, and suddenly you are alone, on a block of ice, separated from everyone you care about.

You know that saying about a frog in a pot? How you can put a frog in boiling water and it’ll jump straight out, but if you put a frog in tepid water and slowly increase the heat, it’ll adjust and adjust until it dies?

They can't explain it. But that doesn't make it any less real.