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Joan Didion

The Year of Magical Thinking

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    Lliaje citiralaпре 5 година
    Life changes fast.
    Life changes in the instant.
    You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
    The question of self-pity.
    You see how early the question of self-pity entered the picture.
    dannynicolinije citiraoпрошле године
    Life changes fast.
    Life changes in the instant.
    You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
    The question of self-pity
    utiutsje citiralaпре 2 године
    You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
    In a heartbeat.
    Or the absence of one.
    Fer Silvaje citiralaпре 3 године
    I needed to be alone so that he could come back.
    Avkisje citiralaпре 3 дана
    Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.
    Avkisje citiralaпре 3 дана
    We might, in that indeterminate period they call mourning, be in a submarine, silent on the ocean’s bed, aware of the depth charges, now near and now far, buffeting us with recollections.
    Avkisje citiralaпре 3 дана
    loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age
    Avkisje citiralaпре 3 дана
    Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be.
    Vlada Lodeskje citiralaпрошлог месеца
    emory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
    Vlada Lodeskje citiralaпре 2 месеца
    Marriage is memory, marriage is time. “She didn’t know the songs,” I recall being told that a friend of a friend had said after an attempt to repeat the experience. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time
    Vlada Lodeskje citiralaпре 2 месеца
    Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?
    Vlada Lodeskje citiralaпре 2 месеца
    Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.
    Vlada Lodeskje citiralaпре 2 месеца
    Fires said we were home, we had drawn the circle, we were safe through the night. I lit the candles.
    b0923375145je citiraoпре 3 месеца
    The look is one of extreme vulnerability, nakedness, openness. It is the look of someone who walks from the ophthalmologist’s office into the bright daylight with dilated eyes, or of someone who wears glasses and is suddenly made to take them off.
    b0923375145je citiraoпре 3 месеца
    I needed to be alone so that he could come back.

    This was the beginning of my year of magical thinking.
    b0923375145je citiraoпре 3 месеца
    Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.
    b0923375145je citiraoпре 3 месеца
    tuited what I felt. The death of a parent, he wrote, “despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago.
    b0923375145je citiraoпре 3 месеца
    I did not always think he was right nor did he always think I was right but we were each the person the other trusted.
    Adriana Garzaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
    In time of trouble, I had been trained since childhood, read, learn, work it up, go to the literature. Information was control.
    Adriana Garzaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
    What was the meaning and what the experience?

    To what thought or reflection did the experience lead us?

    How could he come back if they took his organs, how could he come back if he had no shoes?
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