What did Jeffrey Eugenides mean by: We’re all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me. Jeffrey Eugenides Author Copy
+ The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Conflict, Nature, Sibling, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Grief, Healing, Resilience, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Isolation, Perception, Vulnerability, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Feeling, Language, Patriarchy, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ It was morning by the clock but deepest nighttime in his body. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Body, Contrast, Time, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Comfort, Connection, Exploration, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time. Author, January 18, 2024January 9, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Identity, Superiority, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
+ Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken. Author, September 22, 2023January 2, 2025, Jeffrey Eugenides, Empathy, Humor, Pain, 0 Jeffrey Eugenides Author
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