#other

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. ↗

— Seneca

#comes #end #every #new #new beginning

We stayed all day long. We closed our eyes and paryed, which we had not doen together in a long time. The nurse came in and out of the room. Everything felt awful and I wondered why the whole world didn't seem to notice how bad things really were. I thought of how I'd gotten used to awful, how after my dad died the planets kept on spinning and I got up and ate breakfast every morning and kept going to school. Something happens and it's terrible and you think you can't live another day, but then your mother gets used to it and you get used to it and you both keep on living, and you're not sure if that getting-used-to-things is good or the way life should be. ↗

— Margaret McMullan

#getting-used-to-things #happens #keep-on-living #live-another-day #mother

Well, in pharmacology, if the effect is local, it's of course absolutely awkward to use it in any other way than as a local treatment. ↗

— Arvid Carlsson

#any #awkward #course #effect #local

She had given him all she had - but what was it compared to the other gifts life held for him? She understood now the case of girls like herself to whom this kind of thing happened. They gave all they had, but their all was not enough; it could not buy more than a few moments... ↗

— Edith Wharton

#other-girls #life

[O]ver the years I travelled to another universe. However alert we are, however much we think we know what will happen, antiquity remains an unknown, unanticipated galaxy. It is alien, and old people are a separate form of life. They have green skin, with two heads that sprout antennae. They can be pleasant, they can be annoying--in the supermarket, these old ladies won't get out of my way--but most important they are permanently other. When we turn eighty, we understand that we are extraterrestrial. If we forget for a moment that we are old, we are reminded when we try to stand up, or when we encounter someone young, who appears to observe green skin, extra heads, and protuberances. ↗

— Donald Hall

#aliens #antiquity #extraterrestrials #old-age #other

My own family and thousands of other Japanese Americans were interned during World War II. It took our nation over 40 years to apologize. ↗

— Mike Honda

#during #family #ii #japanese #my own

You carried me nine months before bringing me to life You polished my talent when I was less than five You always grant me mirth and surround me with angelic care Hence, giving you the world’s treasures are still not fair God created you to be the source of mercy on this hard planet You are the one who taught me speaking and every good habit I always pray to God during prostration and when I kneel That he bless your time and make me under your heel ↗

— Yasser Kashef

#life

I had no illusions that now, in some final and dramatic flash of revelation, we would understand one another. We were done. It was a fact of my life--intractable and sad--that our relationship had been a failure. Still, with her prognosis came one last chance to be her daughter. [p. 163] ↗

— Dani Shapiro

#life

Life was hard on mothers; but then, they just didn't understand. ↗

— James T. Farrell

#life

Pericles, he reflected, was a sad case. He'd been a postman all his life, a solid, reliable worker, until one Christmas when he had stolen all the gifts he was meant to deliver: wind-chimes, scented candles, Belgian chocolates, cowbells from the Bernese Oberland. Most of the haul had been lavished on his elderly mother; the rest he had stashed in his bedroom, which the old lady, being too frail to climb the stairs, no longer cleaned. ↗

— Alison Fell

#mother-son #postal #theft #life