Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation. David Wroblewski
Somehow the idyllic existence I envisioned never quite came to pass, but aside from the occasional culinary disaster, my marriage wasn't bad.
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Alexandra Bogdanovic
People who say, “it is not my fault, ” continuously fail. People who say, “I’ve done no wrong, ” have not done enough right. People who say, “I am done! ” are never done repeating the cycle. Even in the privacy of our own thoughts,...
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Katina Ferguson
A sudden shock rattles your soul. The ground shifts. In minutes it is over, but it takes a long time to find your center of balance again
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Susan SpencerWendel
The older I get the more I realize that the only permanent thing in life is what we have within us
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Dr. Jacinta Mpalyenkana
Everything is possible and impossible at the same time this is what we live with every time.
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Surajit Sarkar
More Quotes By David Wroblewski
Life was a swarm of accidents waiting in the treetops, descending upon any living thing that passed, ready to eat them alive. You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents- the rest you let float by.
She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched...
Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn...
AlmondineTo her, the scent and the memory of him were one. Where it lay strongest, the distant past came to her as if that morning: Taking a dead sparrow from her jaws, before she knew to hide such things. Guiding her to the floor, bending...
It was one thing to live in a world where death stood a distant figure, quite another to hold it in your hands.
