Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly.
Cause and Effect The best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever war to get away from them.
In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been,
or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them,
and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us,
up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies,
calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm
In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life
Her head appears to be on fire but it is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies
They had us participate in their madness, because we could not do otherwise
Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope