It feels like some part of me that was curled down and waiting in the dark has risen, and now stands stretching and strong in the sunshine. I knew it.
Elizabeth BergNo one wants to mother more vigilantly than a woman who is childless and wishes she wasn’t.
Elizabeth BergI turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.
Elizabeth BergThe seasons tell us, everything in organic life tells us, that there is no holding on; still, we try to do just that. Sometimes, though, we learn the kind of wisdom that celebrates the open hand.
Elizabeth Berg*We give so little when it's in us always to give so much more. It's bothering to listen with an open heart to someone who smells bad. It's hard.
Elizabeth BergThe things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.
Elizabeth Berg