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You could never be certain what you would find in a book that had spent time with someone else.Erica Bauermeister
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While the egg yolks cooled, he directed the beaters at the egg whites, setting the mixer on high speed that sent small bubbles giggling to the side of the bowl, where a few became many until they were a white froth rising up and then lying down again in patters and ridges, leaving an intricate design like the ribs of a leaf in the wake of the beatersErica Bauermeister
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Stories of her children when they were small, their round little bodies barely containing their personalities, which bloomed and glittered and melted into her.Erica Bauermeister
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It was interesting. Isabelle thought, the children that chose you. Some come through your body; others came in cars in the middle of the night.Erica Bauermeister
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She found herself wondering at what point in her life she had ceased to be Gulliver and had become the strings holding him to the ground.Erica Bauermeister
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TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. Every once in a while she would blaze through the house and clean everything--at which point, the process would start all over.Erica Bauermeister
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You know, " Marion said, "I met a woman once when I was a teenager. I knew she had gone through a lot but she was so strong, so compassionate. I asked her how she could be the way she was, and you know what she told me?" Hadley shook her head. "She said, 'You can be broken, or broken open. That choice is yours.Erica Bauermeister
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When Sean died she understood for the first time how completely human beings were dependent upon a suspension of disbelief in order to simply move forward through their days. If that suspension faltered, if you truly understood, even if only for a moment, that human beings were made of bones and blood that broke and sprayed with the slightest provocation, and that provocation was everywhere--in street curbs and dangling tree limbs, bicycles and pencils--well you would fly for the first nest in a tree, run flat-out for the first burrow you saw.Erica Bauermeister
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She simply didn't have an interest in men anymore. It wasn't that she didn't like them, she just knew how easily they broke.Erica Bauermeister
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You're not traveling if you already know everything.Erica Bauermeister
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Caroline had felt more comfortable thinking of beauty as something separate from her, like a scarf or a coat you could check before going in to a show. She wondered now, however, if she had treated more things as a part of herself rather than an accessory, perhaps everything would have turned out differently.Erica Bauermeister
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What did she do that made her happy? The question implied action, a conscious purpose. She did many things in a day, and many things made her happy, but that, Claire could tell, wasn’t the issue. Nor the only one, Claire realized. Because in order to consciously do something that made you happy, you’d have to know who you were. Trying to figure that out these days was like fishing on a lake on a moonless night–you had no idea what you would get.Erica Bauermeister
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I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.Erica Bauermeister
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I've been wondering, " Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, "if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.Erica Bauermeister
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She quickly realized she had an affinity for the older books and their muted scents of past dinners and foreign countries, the tea and chocolate stains coloring the phrases. You could never be certain what you would find in a book that has spent time with someone else. As she has rifled through the pages looking for defects, she had discovered an entrance ticket to Giverny, a receipt for thirteen bottles of champagne, a to-do list that included, along with groceries and dry cleaning, the simple reminder, 'buy a gun.' Bits of life tucked like stowaways in between the chapters. Sometimes she couldn't decide which story she was most drawn to. .Erica Bauermeister
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Life is beautiful. Some people just remind you of that more than others.Erica Bauermeister
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Isabelle had always thought of her mind as a garden, a magical place to play as a child, when the grown-ups were having conversations and she was expected to listen politely-- and even, although she hated to admit this, later with Edward, her husband, when listening to the particularities of his carpet salesmanship wore her thin. Every year the garden grew larger, the paths longer and more complicated. Meadows of memories. Of course, her mental garden hadn't always been well tended. There were the years when the children were young, fast-moving periods when life flew by without time for the roots of deep reflection, and yet she knew memories were created whether one pondered them or not. She had always considered that one of the luxuries of growing older would be the chance to wander through the garden that had grown while she wasn't looking. She would sit on a bench and let her mind take every path, tend every moment she hadn't paid attention to, appreciate the juxtaposition of the one memory against another. .Erica Bauermeister
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She became a frame for the picture that was her son and daughter.Erica Bauermeister
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She felt about her zester the way some women do about a pair of spiky red shoes--a frivolous splurge, good only for parties, but oh so lovely.Erica Bauermeister
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We’re all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal.Erica Bauermeister
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When a couple came to class together, it meant something else entirely - food as a solution, a diversion, or, occasionally, a playground.Erica Bauermeister
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Maybe your mind won't remember what I cooked last week, but your body will.Erica Bauermeister
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Each person's heart breaks in it's own way. Every cure will be different, but there are some things we all need. Before anything else, we need to feel safe.Erica Bauermeister
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The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy is more valuable than accuracy.Erica Bauermeister
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Jack's marketing books had been a part of her life for so long that she had ceased to register their presence, simply moving them from the couch to the coffee table, from the bed to the nightstand. How to Sell Everything to Anybody. Eight Great Habits of CEOs. They all seemed to involve numbers, as if you could simply count yourself to riches, like following sheep to sleep.Erica Bauermeister
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A risk is a risk because it's avoidable.Erica Bauermeister
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She looked at the produce stalls, a row of jewels in a case, the colors more subtle in the winter, a Pantone display consisting only of greens, without the raspberries and plums of summer, the pumpkins of autumn. But if anything, the lack of variation allowed her mind to slow and settle, to see the small differences between the almost-greens and creamy whites of a cabbage and a cauliflower, to wake up the senses that had grown lazy and satisfied with the abundance of the previous eight months. Winter was a chromatic palate-cleanser, and she had always greeted it with the pleasure of a tart lemon sorbet, served in a chilled silver bowl between courses.Erica Bauermeister
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I walked across a bridge that doesn't exist. And after that, being scared just didn't seem so important anymore.Erica Bauermeister
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When Marion had been a teenager, she wanted a tattoo. As an oldest child who did mostly what was expected of her, she had been fascinated by the abandon tattoos implied, the willing, blind leap into commitment.Erica Bauermeister
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There were moments in life, Marion thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand, which then flew forward, empty, into the space ahead of you.Erica Bauermeister