I will come back as a little breeze. You will feel me on your face, and you will know that I am still listening. So you can still talk to me.
Elizabeth BergI hadn't realized how much I'd been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.
Elizabeth BergWe are assumed to be rather hopeless - swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.
Elizabeth BergI remember once when we were moving, driving across country, and it was raining so hard, the windshield wipers going fast and squeaking, and then: nothing. It stopped. I looked out the window ahead of me and it was clear. I looked out the back and there was the rain, still going. Nobody said anything, but there it was, a near miracle, a rain line, a way of seeing just where something starts, when usually you are just in the middle of it before you notice it. That's how it feels to me now, to not want to be like (that) anymore. I see the line.
Elizabeth Berg