Maureen Sylvester

“Once you step out of your world, it doesn’t wait for you. The world he used to know is gone forever.”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists

“Someone should write a poem, I thought, about the women. Not just about the men marching bravely to war and dying, but about their wives, their girls, their mothers and sisters and daughters, sitting in silence and screaming into the darkness. Unable to fight, unable to stop it, unable to tell the war to fuck itself. We fought our war, too, it seemed to me, and if it was a war of a different kind, the pain of it was no more bearable. Someone should write a poem about the women.”
― Simone St. James, Lost Among the Living

“Home should be like a soft cushion to fall upon at the end of a hard day.”
― Carlene O'Connor, Murder at an Irish Wedding

“Everything’s fine. Everything’s great. But you’re always aware that at any moment, with no warning at all and no way to head it off, you might have to throw clothes over your pajamas and head out into the night, scared out of your mind, to battle whatever demons have come. It’s always this serrated edge of scared for them and because of them, angry at them for getting into trouble and angry at whatever trouble had the audacity to get into it with your kids.”
― Laurie Frankel, Family Family