“She tries to take a sip of her coffee, but her hands are shaking too much to find her mouth. She keeps trying, though, and when she spills a sip on her leg, she screams and throws the cup across the room. She didn’t scream because of how hot it felt when it. The burning. She didn’t throw the cup to get it away from her. It wasn’t the coffee’s fault, and she knows it. That’s something about anger. It’s never aimed in the right direction. People don’t scream at the people that they’re angry with. They don’t know how. Because confronting the actual problem, the actual base of it, it wouldn’t help. It’s too simple. It makes too much sense to be the least bit sensible. No, it’s so much easier to build up the anger. To take it out on everything innocent. Everything that’s never hurt you. Everything that’s ever brought you comfort, that’s where you’re to throw around your hate. It’s why married couples fight and why parents yell at their children. But she doesn’t have anybody. She only has the coffee to throw across the room at nothing. At nobody. All she has to hate is herself, but she’s been doing that for so long. She screamed because she couldn’t handle it. Not the feeling of it, not the burn, but herself. She spilled her coffee because she can’t function, and she threw it because she hates herself.
She didn’t feel the burn on her leg.
The way that it works is pathetically.”—Lindsay Gray, the Voices
“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.”—
This makes me feel a little more sane. I hope this spark exists. I hope that with just one glance true love can transpire. And I hope for my sake that these glances I’ve had with a certain boy lead to something more…
“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance, but live right in it, under its roof.”—Barbara Kingsolver