Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
AIMEE BENDERTo see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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