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I meet reality by trying to either transcend it or sit below its surface. I want the fix, but not the work. I want the world, but not its facts. I do not know how to reconcile opposing desires, to hold them in my mind at the same time. The attempt brings only weakness and I feel myself succumbing to the dismissal of the dissonant mind.
Chloé Cooper Jones • Easy Beauty: A Memoir
I have a hunger to be elsewhere and otherwise.
Chloé Cooper Jones • Easy Beauty: A Memoir
This mother’s statement reveals a central theme and tension in this book: despite the increasing presence of cochlear implants, the futures of implanted children are unknown. What can an individual implanted child become, and to what extent are that child’s current paths and future trajectories shared with other deaf people with or without cochlear
... See moreMichele Ilana Friedner • Sensory Futures: Deafness and Cochlear Implant Infrastructures in India
I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother.
Gillian Flynn • Sharp Objects: A Novel
The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.
Jeanette Winterson • Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
I don’t really know what their lives feel like from the inside. I don’t know what they dream about when they’re quiet. What memories still hum at the edges of their minds. What private joys they carry in their pockets like lucky charms.
liv jarrell • you never really know anyone
There’s a certain quiet violence in realizing you’ll never know most people deeply. You’ll never see the little rituals that hold them together. Never hear the thing they say out loud when they’re alone in the car. Never know how they feel about rain on Tuesdays, or whether they sleep with one leg out of the blanket, or who first taught them how to... See more
you never really know anyone
Cyrus paused for a second. He felt a flash of familiar shame—his whole life had been a steady procession of him passionately loving what other people merely liked, and struggling, mostly failing, to translate to anyone else how and why everything mattered so much.