Quotes from “The Atomic Weight of Love” by Elizabeth J. Church

Danya Bakhbakhi
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Acknowledgments
Writing is an intensely solitary endeavor, but a story isn’t truly heard until many hands have held it
Anita Halimi
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SIX MONTHS LATER, I awoke to my mother’s frantic voice as she begged my father to awaken. He did not. He was dead of a massive heart attack at age forty-three.
It was impossible that the exuberance that had been my father—his riotous laughter, his dogged perseverance of knowledge and truth—had simply dissipated. Where did all of that energy go? Vaporized, maybe—but into what, and where? What happened to the bounty of his being, his love for us, for me?
I tried to remember every
thebookishome
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Through the museum windows, I watched the fall leaves, puzzling over why it seemed that the last leaf on the tip of a limb was usually the first to change color. Did the tree pull back its sap from the limbs first, focusing its energy at the core? If a leaf’s change is due to a reduction in chlorophyll, to altered light duration, why would the leaf on the end of the limb turn first? And why didn’t the entire tree follow that pattern with leaves turning in order, from limb-tip to trunk? Why instead would the remaining leaves turn in a random fashion?
thebookishome
thebookishomehas quoted2 years ago
“Brave men win wars, Meridian. And God makes men brave.”
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
• So many books to keep my mind lively—Robert Wright’s book on the new science of evolutionary psychology—The Moral Animal; oh, and Banquet at Delmonico’s, with its behind-the-scenes history of Darwinism, social Darwinism in America;
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
My eighty-eighth birthday arrives shortly. I cannot fathom that number of years. I admit to seeing an old woman when I look in the mirror—the short, wispy, flyaway white hair that it is evident I cut myself, the thick population of brown spots on the backs of my hands and forearms, the still-vibrant blue eyes—and I am surprised, always, because inside, where I live, I am at most forty, still eager for change, still hungry for learning, still curious, still yearning
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
I would not open the door to hope, no matter how exquisite her feathers, how promising and sweet her song. I was done with hope.
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
Emily Dickinson, the page with “Hope is the thing with feathers
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
THE Painted Bird, by Jerzy Kosinski.
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
Janis Joplin’s I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
The Second Sex
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
He hadn’t lived long enough yet to know the infinite ways in which no becomes manifest in the world
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
And then I waited, which is easy, in concept. In practice, it’s difficult to resist the impulse to fill silence, to let the person you love off of the hook, to let them be.
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
the Human Female, published in 1953
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
Puzo’s The Godfather
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
As I watched him, I wondered how many times a heart can heal. Are we allotted a specific number of comebacks from heartbreak? Or is that what really kills us, in the end—not strokes or cancer or pneumonia—but instead just one too many blows to the heart? Doctors talk of “cardiac insults”—such a perfect turn of phrase—but they know nothing of the heart, not truly
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
I wondered if the pain would travel farther into my body, if it would scrape out a hollow in the dirt of my heart until it made itself a bed, a dog’s burrow beneath a bush.
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
I tried, but I was too weak. I wanted to sleep, still and always. Just to rest, to close my eyes.
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
Time collapsed at the same time as it expanded
Danya Bakhbakhi
Danya Bakhbakhihas quoted3 years ago
I felt younger. But not naïve—no longer naïve
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