He was bad enough to desire a woman who wasn’t his wife, but he was also bad at being bad.
He should have borne it stoically, but on his bad days he was unable not to do things he would later regret. It was almost as if he did them because he would later regret them. Writhing with retrospective shame, abusing himself in solitude, was how he found his way back to God’s mercy.
What would it be like to live with a person capable of joy?
public display of emotion purchased overwhelming approval.
Becky took it as a reminder that her mother was better than her at writing, she herself better at nothing her mother valued.
Simply by trying to speak honestly, surrendering to emotion, supporting other people in their honesty and emotion, she experienced her first glimmering of spirituality.
the risk in risk-taking was stabbing pain
It was a mistake to say that. I don’t even know if it’s true. It’s like there are these words, they’re out there in the world, and you start wondering what it would be like to say them. Words have their own power – they create the feeling, just by the fact of your saying them. I’m so sorry I tried to make you say them. I love that you were honest with me. I love – oh, shit.” She slumped, crying again. “I am in love with you.” (more…)