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  • #1
    Bernard M. Baruch
    “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
    Bernard M. Baruch

  • #2
    Jim Henson
    “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
    Jim Henson

  • #3
    Mother Teresa
    “If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
    Mother Teresa

  • #4
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
    Robert A. Heinlein

  • #5
    Albert Einstein
    “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #6
    Rachel Carson
    “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
    Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

  • #7
    Albert Einstein
    “Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it's beauty.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #8
    Henry David Thoreau
    “Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
    Henry David Thoreau, Walden or, Life in the Woods

  • #9
    David Levithan
    “livid, adj.

    Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.”
    David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

  • #10
    “The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation.”
    Cheryl Hughes

  • #11
    Danka V.
    “What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I
    wasn’t feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was
    what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but
    also by, as I once believed, a true friend.”
    Danka V., The Unchosen Life

  • #12
    “When people cheat in any arena, they diminish themselves-they threaten their own self-esteem and their relationships with others by undermining the trust they have in their ability to succeed and in their ability to be true.”
    Cheryl Hughes

  • #13
    Gemma Halliday
    “Earthquakes just happen. Tornadoes just happen. Your tongue does not just happen to fall into some other girls mouth!”
    Gemma Halliday, Deadly Cool

  • #14
    “The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones.”
    Cheryl Hughes

  • #15
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #16
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #17
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #18
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #19
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely fashion, and move on to a life of vegetarian cooking and difficult yoga positions and self-realization, and make this so much easier and more pleasant for all concerned.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #20
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Daily I walk around my small, picturesque town with a thought bubble over my head: Person Going Through A Divorce. When I look at other people, I automatically form thought bubbles over their heads. Happy Couple With Stroller. Innocent Teenage Girl With Her Whole Life Ahead Of Her. Content Grandmother And Grandfather Visiting Town Where Their Grandchildren Live With Intact Parents. Secure Housewife With Big Diamond. Undamaged Group Of Young Men On Skateboards. Good Man With Baby In BabyBjörn Who Loves His Wife. Dogs Who Never Have To Worry. Young Kids Kissing Publicly. Then every so often I see one like me, one of the shambling gaunt women without makeup, looking older than she is: Divorcing Woman Wondering How The Fuck This Happened.
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #21
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #22
    “Definitely not," Talon said. "If you screw up like that, you don't get another chance."

    "But what if he really loves her and it was a mistake?"

    "It wasn't," Talon said firmly. "He'd keep his cockadoodle in his pants if he loved her. He wouldn't hurt the person he loved. And she should leave his ass for her own good.”
    aggybird, Like a Sparrow Through the Heart

  • #23
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “Soon he was online every night until one or two a.m. Often he would wake up at three of four a.m. and go back online. He would shut down the computer screen when I walked in. In the past, he used to take the laptop to bed with him and we would both be on our laptops, hips touching. He stopped doing that, slipping off to his office instead and closing the door even when A was asleep. He started closing doors behind him. I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #24
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I am replete with stamina in finding out every single fact I can about this whole affair.

    Yet, I think, do I want to pull that thread? Do I want to unleash the truth, unravel deceit, and kill reality as I´ve known it? It is irreparable, if I do, from the moment we met until now. It is long. If I discover too much that is false about what I thought my past was, Time will be skewed even further. I already have a poor connection with the present. Example: I have no sense of what day it is. It´s better.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #25
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “How could you do that to me?" I repeat. I don´t have to itemize. He knows what I speak of.
    Eventually N produces three answers, in this order:

    1. "Because I am a complete rotter." I silently agree, but it´s a cop-out: I have maggots, therefore I am dead.
    2. "I was stressed at work and unhappy and we were always fighting...and you know I was just crazy..."

    I cut him off, saying, "You don´t get to be crazy. You did exactly what you chose to do."
    Which is true, he did. It is what he has always done. He therefore seems slightly puzzled at the need for further diagnosis, which may explain his third response:

    3. "I don´t know."

    This, I feel instinctively, is the correct answer. How can I stay angry with him for being what he is? I was, after all, his wife, and I chose him. No coincidences, that´s what Freud said. None. Ever.
    I wipe my eyes on my sleeve and walk toward the truck, saying to his general direction, "Fine. At least now I know: You don´t know."
    I stop and turn around and fire one more question: a bullet demanding attention in the moment it enters the skin and spreads outward, an important bullet that must be acknowledged.
    "What did you feel?"
    After a lengthy pause, he answers. "I felt nothing."
    And that, I realize too late, was not the whole truth, but was a valid part of the truth.
    Oh, and welcome to the Serengeti. That too.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #26
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask.

    "Keep going," Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #27
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “This is much easier than when N left. Our son is unable to grasp and simultaneously turn doorknobs yet. If only this trick could be unlearned by men over thirty, many more families would celebrate Christmas together.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #28
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #29
    Suzanne Finnamore
    “I sensed he may have occasionally strayed in some of his past relationships. It was something I felt but ignored, a rent in the fabric of an otherwise splendid garment I thought I could mend. I thought I could live with it—I thought, yes and I admit it, that I would be different. That at the very least, middle age and children would slow him down; however, they seemed to accelerate his pace.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • #30
    Suzanne Finnamore
    You get what you give," we will tell his sorry, selfish ass." The Betty Lady has spoken. I detect a Bronx accent.
    "But," I demur, "it will make the other woman say, ´See? She IS a jealous and paranoid and pushy wife.´"
    The Betty Lady rips open a cell phone statement with a nail file and, without looking up at me, says, "Let me tell you something, honey. In my experience? The only thing they care about is what they see in the mirror each morning and WINNING...or their perception of winning.”
    Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce



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