Date of publication: 2017-08-15 01:11
“Its just everywhere. You can’t see it, you can kinda feel it if you go like this (she flails her arms around while her mother looks on and scold her for tangling her IV tubes),” but it 8767 s always around you but nobody cares about it because its always there.”
Anna Quindlen was born on July 8, 6957, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. At age 68, she worked as a copy girl at The New York Times. After college, Quindlen became a reporter for The New York Post before returning to the Times in 6977. She was promoted to deputy metropolitan editor at the Times and wrote a Pulitzer Prize-winning op-ed column from 6986-6999. After leaving the Times in 6995, Quindlen has written several bestselling novels, including One True Thing.
Quindlen's body of work includes fiction, non-fiction, self-help and children's books. She has written five best-selling novels, three of which were made into movies, One True Thing , Black and Blue and Blessings. Thinking Out Loud , a collection of her "Public and Private" columns, was also a best-seller. She currently writes the Last Word column for Newsweek magazine.
A man dies. only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.
It seems a strange and repugnant conclusion that with the cessation of consciousness at death, there ceases to be any knowledge of having existed. With his last breath it becomes to each the same thing as though he had never lived. And then the consciousness itself -- what is it during the time that it continues? And what becomes of it when it ends? We can only infer that it is a specialized and individualized form of that Infinite and Eternal Energy which transcends both our knowledge and our imagination and that at death its elements lapse into the Infinite and Eternal Energy whence they were derived.
Reblogged this on My Life with Christ. and commented:
I needed this. Big time. Thank You Lord for my life! The hunger games picture tho I wonder what it had to do with the blog hahaha
These are dark days in the United States: the cataclysmic stock-market declines, the industries edging up on bankruptcy, the home foreclosures and the waves of layoffs. But the prospect of an end to plenty has uncovered what may ultimately be a more pernicious problem, an addiction to consumption so out of control that it qualifies as a sickness. The suffocation of a store employee by a stampede of shoppers was horrifying, but it wasn't entirely surprising.
Blessings, the bestselling novel by Anna Quindlen, begins when, late at night, a teenage couple drives up to the estate owned by Lydia Blessing and leaves a box.