"a wish filled with hope"
After a series of interesting, complex books, I finally went back to the roots, so to speak, and just finished a book that was simple, yet not simplistic. A book that reminded me of the tremendous baggage we carry and the ego that prevents us from shedding it. Some really nice words that I wanted to record...
"I often think of that night when he told me he loved me for the first time. What if he hadn't seen in me what even I didn't know was there? How did he know that I could love him back when I didnt give him a single sign? How fragile love is. How delicate and small in its first buds, when it's just an idea, a wish filled with hope. It is so easy to turn away from it entirely and choose to live alone in your own private fear. I had one moment of courage, and it changed my life. I didn't turn to love out of loneliness. Or out of habit. I let love change me. "
"When we got married, I thought happiness would come naturally. I thought that passion would rule us, that love would overcome any problems we had, that love itself was communication. But it's not. I haven't worked on this. And I am afraid to tell him I dont know how. I am not the woman he thought I was. I know myself well. I've always been able to take care of people and call it work. But the real work is being honest. I was remote. Private. Unwilling to share."
"I realise now that I have not chosen this. Jack chose me; and never once, in all these years, have I chosen him. Of course, I said yes when he wanted to marry me. I loved him, no question. And his babies came through me and into the word. But never once did I choose him. Not really.
My heart is breaking. This good and decent man has been dragged through my crazy life like a wagon. I thought I knew my issues. I thought it was my childhood, with the strange secrets hidden under the surface. But just because I figured it out did not mean I fixed it. I am shocked that I know better yet routinely fall back into old patterns. I shut off. I shut down. I don't feel. And I hold myself over everyone else as if I am better. I wasn't weak! I was strong, so strong nothing could penetrate me. What a glorious prize you get for not needing people. You get to be safe and alone, even in your marriage!"

3 Comments:
hmm...
can you pls provide the name of the book?
:-)
Hi
Long time..no comments from you!
Where are these lines from? Feel like turning the pages of this book and scratching the surface to discover more!!I'm reading somehting called "the Dreaming city of books" by Walter Mowers.
How are you? I ask that quite tentatively, for you have been quiet too!!! may I ask why?
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