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"Decisions have effects long after they are made, and eventually they catch up with you."

'But we weren't ready to become adults. Someone should have stopped us.'

'For years, I’d been moving forward, focused only on getting ahead in life.'

'After a certain length of time has passed, things harden. Like cement in a bucket. And we can't go back any more. What you want to say is that the cement that makes you up has set, so the you you are now can't be anyone else.'

'Do you often visit the place you were hurt?
Have you turned it into a twisted shrine?'

'To grow up in a broken home or an abusive one'

'As humans, we can't expect to shoulder all of our pain. Sometimes we have to share it with the people who love us so we don't come crashing down from the weight of it all.'

'The language still seems like a locked gate. I'm on the threshold, I can inside, but the gate won't open.'

'We were living like crabs, waiting to pull the other down to be able to move up ourselves..'

'And that was an emptiness I wasn't prepared for.'

'to tell of all that happened to me and of all that I saw.'

'To find a home in my body is to tell a story that doesn't exist. I am a foreigner, but in ways that go much deeper than I thought, under the epidermis and into the blood cells..'

Well!

He realised once again that it was quite possible for people to go through life and never think about themselves.

Loving each bit of this book! 🥳

"Stories matter. We are composed of stories. The human heart is made of the words we put in it."

Devastated...

"But if you believe as I do that people are part love, part flesh and blood, and part everything else... "

If you're used to reading about war & men in the same lines, this book will peep bravely from the corners, holding the space between lines women deserve in a war. Because, wars aren't only those captured by words. They are also those one can't take out of hearts. Wars hold hearts. Stab them. Paralyze them. Strangulate the very heartbeat. Wars do more than words. Wars, placed in books after books....

The soul is not that easy to kill. The spirit has its own ways of escaping the ravaged and destroyed house. Maybe it merges into the atmosphere, hides in the shrubs, behind the mountains, in the clouds, within the sunrays.. It hangs heavy in the air, a scrap of energy fleetingly felt, its anger pervading oh so subtly. And just as silently, it demands justice; it demands retribution for the life taken before its time.

"I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born."

"We were a society dying, of too much choice."

"We're the Prisoners of War. Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter."

"Death exists not as the opposite but as a part of life."
By living our lives we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from..death was this : no truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure sorrow. All we can do is see that through to the end and learn something from it..

Loving each bit of this book. ❤

"Books became my closest confidants, finely ground lenses providing new views of the world.''

"I'm corrupting my poor innocent self", says Henry.

Henry to his 9 year old self : ".. How are you going to survive if you can't steal anything?"


I don't understand what's the point of teaching your younger self stealing, shoplifting, housebreaking, beating people..! Maybe I'd find it out in the book. Maybe not.

The author does say some great things which are soothing. But, the repetition of words, thoughts and ideas is annoying. I'm literally trudging through it now.

"Sadly, history is written by adults acting out their wounded stories with each other."

"Perhaps because I had spent so many years turning my own life upside down and looking for everything, I had forgotten to look for myself. Somewhere along the line I had forgotten to figure out who and where I was."