When we each consider our lives as a whole, our existence, what we have achieved, where we have failed, it can be measured, or rather scaled, against a spectrum of our happiness. At one end we can put our happiest moment, our greatest triumph, and at the other end, we can place our darkest moment - the lowest to which we have ever been. To quote the most unlikely of sources, Richard Nixon analogised this idea in another way when leaving the Whitehouse when he said, "only when you have been in the deepest valley can you understand the magnificence of standing on the highest mountain."
I have watched you cry. I've seen the tears slowly roll down your face. Looked upon you as transparent pearls of empathy pool in your blue eyes and drop from your long eyelashes down on to your golden skin. Every story you've heard on the news, every tale of another hero, every life lost, I've seen you shed a tear. It's moved you. It's moved us both. It's moved the nation, the world.
It is my mother’s greatest disappointment in life, and she might even say her most significant failure, that I, her one and only son – indeed child, is not gay.
Despite the sun radiating through his bedroom window and the sound of his sister’s laughter next door, Jackson was heartbroken. Even the aroma of cinnamon that wafted up from downstairs couldn’t raise his spirits. The comfort of French toast could not replace what he’d lost—or rather, what he’d found—that morning.
What was that theory? If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound? Well, Rabia was thinking of a similar one: if a girl is buried under rubble, can anyone hear her scream? The answer, it seemed, was no.