In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit. Also everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the things all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear. . Emma Donoghue
Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.
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Oscar Wilde
We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that...
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C. Joybell C.
I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.
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Fannie Flagg
That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.
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Deb Caletti
The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
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David Foster Wallace
More Quotes By Emma Donoghue
People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.
Everybody's damaged by something.
If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.
For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.
It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she'd shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death, as the crow flew.
