What We Lost
“A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return; the nostalgia, yearning, grief for the lost places of your past.”
“A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return; the nostalgia, yearning, grief for the lost places of your past.”
Rumi, a name that resonates through centuries, is a 13th-century Persian poet whose works transcend borders and beliefs.
“My vertebrae, sternum, right pelvis. Someday I too will bend, be unable to stand, sway, dance in the breeze.”
“What if they’re free, getting the best parts of me, and the rest, even better. Pieces of their own making.”
“I am not the only one battling demons. We are the remains of the day. The longing and horror of despair.”
“Birds will peck apart my life, scraps blown like snowy leaves, blue-veined paper reduced to pulp by early winter rain.”
“Her touch. Her tone. Comforts? Cajoles? I can’t translate the language they’re communicating.”
“what if you never said sorry for taking up the space you hold, you no longer nursed your pain like a fever-high toddler.”
Through her vivid storytelling and sharp insights, Margaret Atwood compels us to examine the roles we play in shaping our world.