Sublime

parental euphemism

he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?

Her life is informed by loss but because she’s lost, she loves and loves freely, openly, with all she can.

This mixed lifestyle could more properly be called hunting-gathering-cultivating.

Finally, Morris discovers, it is the seeking of balance, rather than the achievement of it, that matters.

there was no metaphor too ostentatious for grief.

the Minister of Loneliness.

They are product, their status as living creatures an awkward but necessary interlude in their painful journey to the shelves of our local supermarket. Grim establishments like this are dotted all over the British countryside. I see one regularly from the window of the train that commutes between Edinburgh and Glasgow, and I wonder at the misery it

She was no match for his level of aspiration, and eventually, reluctantly, he had accepted this slow moderation of the burning inside of him and succumbed to routine.