Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.
You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.
You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
A moment might be a thousand different things.
All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.
Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.
Either things grow and change or they die.
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.
A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.
...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.
So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.
I think that the whole child welfare system has to be totally taken apart and built up again. Have an agency just specifically for those follow-up cases.
...bleak territory of the heart.
It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.
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