Quotes from Cody McFadyen

She doesn't speak, and I say nothing more. We just stare at each other, letting the tears roll down our cheeks. That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed.

That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed. Pg. 109

Life is monstrous, but life is beautiful

You can love the ocean, and many do, but don't expect it to love you back. It's too forever

Life is smoke, plain and simple; we just fool ourselves that it's otherwise. All it takes is one good gust and we float away and disappear, leaving behind only the scent of our passing in the form of memories.

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night. I wish he were here now, and I was kissing him. I wish he were here now, and I was betraying him. Either would be fine, so fine, as long as he was here.

Ah, James, our James, she says, sounding wistful. Can't live with him, can't kill him slowly enough. - Callie (pg. 141)

I'll sing forever and never hear a word.

As much as we might like to break, we're really only made to bend.

The simple fact is that evil preys on good, and today, good had a bad day. Which brings with it an acceptance of the other side of that argument, that tomorrow might be evil's turn for some rain. And that's called hope.

His story remains behind, echoing inside me, a tale of impossible choices.

Kauf nie ein Buch um der Bewunderung anderer wegen.

Lügen schmerzen, die Wahrheit jedoch bewegt uns.

Grief is like that sometimes. Like water, it finds any opening, forces itself through any crack until it explodes, inexorable.

That I gave a bad blow job. She bats her eyes sweetly. Will the Big Guy forgive me? I never did it again, and I'm a much better cocksucker now, I promise.

The truth is, bad things are going to happen somewhere, every single day, and today was just your turn.

The First Rule of Mom: Love. The Second Rule of Mom: Feed your offspring.

Most people can't truly conceive of being in a place where death might be preferable to life. Life is strong. It grips you in many ways, from the beating of your heart, to the sun on your face, to the feel of the ground beneath your feet. It grasps you.

Real people are messy and complicated and generally inconvenient, but at least they are there

Es ist nicht bewiesen, aber es ist wahrscheinlich und wenn es wahrscheinlich ist, dann war es wahrscheinlich so.

One of the gifts of a long marriage is the ability to communicate anything—from mild displeasure to the meaning of life—with a single glance. It's something you develop in the process of mixing your soul with your spouse's, if you're willing to mix your soul.

The symphony of motherhood, it's about loving with absolute abandon, loving without regard for self, loving with a near totality of being. It's about a passion that could outburn the sun with its brightness. About a depthless hope and a fierce, rending joy.

Jedno od vas ?e jednog dana umrijeti, a osim u slu?aju avionske nesre?e ili ne?eg sli?nog, jedno ?e umrijeti prije drugog. Takav je život, Smoky. Živimo, a zatim umiremo, a jedino u što nismo sigurni je koliko ?e vremena izme?u toga pro?i.

Having a ten-year-old daughter can be like living with a fairy. Something magical.