Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"تبيّن لي أنني لا أستطيع النظر إليه إلا للحظات خاطفة، ثم كان عليّ أن أحوّل بصري. لقد كان كاملاً بما يكفي ليجرح مشاعري طويلاً، وكنت أرغب في أن أسمح له بذلك."
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"I found I could only glance at him for tiny moments and then I had to look away. He was perfect enough to hurt my feelings for a long time, and I wanted to let him."
"تبيّن لي أنني لا أستطيع النظر إليه إلا للحظات خاطفة، ثم كان عليّ أن أحوّل بصري. لقد كان كاملاً بما يكفي ليجرح مشاعري طويلاً، وكنت أرغب في أن أسمح له بذلك."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Here’s what I learned about life when we were going through that. We’re all human and mortal. We’re all going to suffer and die. But it’s how we are with each other during those times that proves God’s here with us.” He turned his hand over in mine and entwined our fingers. “He comes in through people. People who love us anyway. They jump right into the chaos with us and try to help us make sense of it. That’s what mercy is…it’s choosing to help, or forgive, or love even when it goes against all logic."
"هذا ما تعلمته عن الحياة بينما كنا نمر بتلك المحنة. كلنا بشر وفانون. كلنا سنعاني ونموت. لكن طريقة تعاملنا مع بعضنا في تلك الأوقات هي التي تثبت حضور الله بيننا." قلب يده في يدي وشابك أصابعنا. "إنه يتجلى عبر الناس. الناس الذين يحبوننا على الرغم من كل شيء. ينغمسون معنا في غمار الفوضى ويحاولون مساعدتنا على استيعابها. تلك هي الرحمة... أن تختار العون، أو الصفح، أو الحب، حتى عندما يتنافى ذلك مع كل منطق."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"I turned my ear toward the door because I heard him breathing. When you’re alone and afraid, the simple sound of the steady in and out of air being drawn by another person is good medicine."
"أدرتُ أذني نحو الباب لأني سمعتُ أنفاسه. حين تكون وحيدًا وخائفًا، فإن مجرد صوت الشهيق والزفير المنتظم لشخص آخر هو دواء شافٍ."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Meg,” he whispered. “It wouldn’t be real love if there weren’t the possibility for another response to him. If we couldn’t choose not to love him, then our love would be empty. That’s why there’s evil in this world, because there’s free choice in this world. He allows the one to prove the other."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"It was the first time I discovered that some girls actually sneak out of the house during slumber parties and meet up with boys. I would’ve never known if I hadn’t gone to the bathroom at midnight and caught Macy and Adrienne climbing through the bathroom window. They had on eyeliner, perfume, and cut-off shorts. Their only goodbye a glare that promised retribution if I didn’t keep my mouth shut."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma—the gift that keeps on giving."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Wyatt told me once that if tenderness were a disease, I’d be terminal."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation—like my mom choosing Wyatt’s memory over Dad and me."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind that sees beyond circumstances to what really matters. How could anyone hurt a soul that lovely?"
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"We all think when we’re young that we want excitement and highs and passion. To hell with ordinary.”I smiled and she chuckled. “But when we find ourselves in these adult bodies,” she said. “When we wise up a little, or get slapped in the face by life, we realize we just want all things to be equal.” She put the heels of her hands together near her heart like the Yoga prayer position. “And we want to understand them better."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"But I understood, now, that we don’t live only for ourselves. We’re connected by millions of shared experiences and dreams and nightmares, all tied together with compassion. I learned that even when we’re going through our darkest winter, spring is waiting to appear."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"When Dad was in the middle of a description of the hotel’s laundry facility, I interrupted. “Why haven’t you told me today, like you do every day, that Mom’s going to be better soon?”He looked up then. His gaze locked with mine and held a promise that no matter what he said or didn’t say, he and I would ride this out together. “I haven’t told you that today, Meg, because I don’t know."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"With a damp palm, I turned the knob and cracked open the door. She was asleep in her freshly made bed. I can’t explain how relieved I felt for this simple mercy. She was here and safe on clean sheets."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Sometimes, in the stillness of my room, my mom’s voice came to me, repeating things she’d said for months. Like, “My skin is melting off my face, isn’t it?” And, “My whole body feels dead from the crap they’re pouring into me. Do I look green to you?” And, “When I’m naked, I can see my heart beating."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
"Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn’t change who we were or what had happened."
Laura Anderson Kurk, Glass Girl
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