Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what’s left, or abandon it.
David Levithan, Six Earlier Days (via anditslove)
Sometimes the grief was nearby, waiting, just barely held back, and I could ignore it for a while. But at other times it was like a cup that was always full and kept spilling over.
Lydia Davis, Can’t and Won’t (via anditslove)