Cathy

“Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day at numbness, silence.”
― Anne Lamott, Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace

“We lose ourselves,” she repeated, forming each word with care, “but we find our way back.” Wasn’t that the story of her life? Wasn’t that the story of Bethie’s? You make the wrong choices, you make mistakes, you disappear for a decade, you marry the wrong man. You get hurt. You lose sight of who you are, or of who you want to be, and then you remember, and if you’re lucky you have sisters or friends who remind you when you forget your best intentions. You come back to yourself, again and again. You try, and fail, and try again, and fail again.”
― Jennifer Weiner, Mrs. Everything

“Yet union with a partner—someone with whom to wake, whom you love, and talk with on and off all day, and sit with at dinner, and watch TV and movies with, and read together in bed with, and do hard tasks with, and are loved by. That sounds really lovely.”
― Anne Lamott, Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace

“If I were God, I'd have the answers at the end of the workbook, so you could check to see if you're on the right track as you go along.”
― Anne Lamott, Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace