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“And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Jade Sharma, Problems

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A part of me was always aware of how painful it would feel after the happiness wore off. So I was never really happy, like, ever.

Jade Sharma, Problems

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Jeannie Vanasco, Things We Didn’t Talk About When I Was a Gir

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Frankissstein, Jeanette Winterson

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I was never bored except in the company of others.

Frankissstein, Jeanette Winterson

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Frankissstein, Jeanette Winterson

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You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

Margaret Atwood, The Testaments

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Carol Rama

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I thought romance would be like a fairy tale. I thought it would be like my childhood. A beautiful adventure. Wild creatures stalking through lonely forests. Raspberries plucked from the vine. The actual motifs of my married life (which now includes a 100-year-old house and three children) are plastic dinosaurs, public pools, soccer games, flat tires, lost jobs, hospital beds. Sometimes marriage is downright unpleasant. There have been times Jeff and I stopped talking to each other. There have been times we wondered if we wanted to be married at all. Some may call marriage a herculean task. I’m not that good at it. I can be distant. I can be exacting. I demand a kind of focused attention and then feel smothered by it. But maybe that’s not surprising. I grew up with a single mother, and our intimacy was effortless and magical. So marriage isn’t the romantic thing I once imagined. But what other word is there for the ineffable force that keeps you coming back, coming home, night after night, returning to family and love? What else captures that sense of collaborating to create magic and adventure for your children, the way my mother did for me? The night my mother lost her memory was a turning point for me. It was the night I realized Jeff and I would be the keeper of future memories. And we are. When our babies are big, when they have moved out, when our parents are gone, we will tell the stories. The camping trip, the escaped chicken, the canceled flight, the flooded basement, the fights, disappointments and glee. We collect those things now so we can recollect them later. We’re pulling memories like shells out of the sea. We’re filling our pockets. We’re collecting a life together. If that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/07/26/style/modern-love-romance-marriage-amnesia.html

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There is nothing safer than wanting nothing.

Lisa Taddeo, Three Women

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Lisa Taddeo, Three Women

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Lina understands that some women, like her mother and her sisters, truly care for another woman only when that woman is in pain, especially in a kind of pain that they have already felt, and then overcome.

Lisa Taddeo, Three Women

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When you’re young you can do almost anything and it won’t be sad.

Lisa Taddeo, Three Women

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Oh dear, they say. Poor baby. They do not mean me.

Rachel Cusk, A Life’s Work

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Rachel Cusk, A Life’s Work

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Rachel Cusk, A Life’s Work

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The fact is that I know neither what it is to be myself nor to be a mother.

Rachel Cusk, A Life’s Work