breakfast

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night’s sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn’t hear her husband’s ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren’s will be. But we learn to live in that love.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

It’s embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I try to believe three impossible things before breakfast.

Fifth Doctor, Doctor Who

You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

Piledriver Waltz, Arctic Monkeys

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