Moderator: The Book Crusaders
Now I know grief is a whetstone. It sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.
Ocena:What people really mean is that eventually you'll get used to the pain. You'll forget who you were without it; you'll forget what you looked like without your scars. This, I think, is the boundary line of adulthood. Not the crap they claim it is - graduating from high school or losing your virginity or getting your first apartment or whatever. You cross the boundary the first time you're changed forever. You cross it the first time you know you can never go back.
Ocena:- "Do that thing where you look blank, like you have no feelings at all."
- "I think that's just my face."
Ocena:It was right then and there that she'd realized there was no quota on misery for people, no quantifiable threshold that once reached, got you miraculously taken out of the distress pool.
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