In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen’s lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. “Take these, ” she told Lorraine. “We can’t eat them all, but Helen won’t stop baking.”“ Sweetheart, ” Lorraine said, “everybody mourns in her own way.” Helen mourned her sister deeply. She arrived each day with shopping bags. Her cake was tender with sliced apples, but her almond cookies crumbled at the touch. Her pecan bars were awful, sticky-sweet and hard enough to break your teeth. They remained untouched in the dining room, because Helen never threw good food away. Allegra Goodman
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.
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Haruki Murakami
My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving...
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Jandy Nelson
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
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Cassandra Clare
More Quotes By Allegra Goodman
In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen’s lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. “Take these, ” she told Lorraine. “We can’t eat them all, but Helen won’t stop baking.”“ Sweetheart, ” Lorraine said, “everybody mourns in her own way.” Helen mourned her sister...
Jeanne’s sisters thought nothing of themselves.... Helen stayed up late in Brookline, baking. Lemon squares, and brownies, pecan bars, apple cake, sandy almond cookies. Alone in her kitchen, she wrapped these offerings in waxed paper and froze them in tight-lipped containers.... Helen was the baker...
How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.
