My dad tried his best, but unfortunately his best included heavy drinking and regular doses of verbal and mental abuse.
"A sickening sense of emptiness, like there was a cold pit inside me and I was at the bottom, looking up towards a distant skylight, shivering"
"Soon we would have nothing in common, nothing but a past"
"Something was coming to an end; something was breaking that could never be fixed again."
"No matter how intense, unique, beautiful or interesting your experience, it will be wiped away so fully that there will be no evidence it ever existed at all"
Anxiety and truth go hand in hand, just like lies and arrogance.
Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes is takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes is takes the shape of love.
Life is precious, Jacob thought. It is the most important of all thoughts, and the most obvious, and the most dificult to remember to have
You're afraid that letting anything out will leave you open to letting things in.
Without love, you die. With love, you also die. Not all deaths are equal.
The absence of the expression of pain is not the absence of pain
The older one gets, the harder it is to account for time. Children ask: "Are we there yet?" Adults: "How did we get here so quickly?
How to play sadness: It doesn't exist, so hide it like a tumor.
Nothing goes away. Not on its own. You deal with it, or it deals with you.
Noen ganger må vi være mer forsiktige etter hvert som vi blir eldre, men så blir vi enda eldre, og da gir vi fullstendig blaffen.
Things can be for the best and the worst at the same time.
Sometimes the thoughts and feelings I had didn't really agree with each other, so I decided I must be lots of different people inside my brain.
Question everything...
Fordommer har sjelden noe med virkeligheten å gjøre, de forteller som oftest mest om bæreren.
Og kommer vi ikke dit vi skulle, kan det like fullt tenkes at vi kommer dit vi skal.