All of the young married Christians my age are becoming young Christian divorcées now, and some days it is hard to remember that living is okay.
A moment of silence for all the people that we meant to be:
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
—Jonathan Safran Foer, ‘Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’