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Lauren DeStefano Quotes about Children

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And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is.

Lauren DeStefano
Brother, Children, Sorry
Lauren DeStefano (2012). “Fever”, p.39, Simon and Schuster

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

Lauren DeStefano
Daughter, Children, Long
Lauren DeStefano (2012). “Fever”, p.39, Simon and Schuster

It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

Lauren DeStefano
Children, Heart, Giving
Lauren DeStefano (2013). “Sever”, p.345, Simon and Schuster

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

Lauren DeStefano
Children, Simple, Years
Lauren DeStefano (2013). “Sever”, p.328, Simon and Schuster

We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from us—our genes, our bones, our wombs—that would ever satisfy him. There was no other way that we would be free.

Lauren DeStefano
Daughter, Children, Would Be

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is.

Lauren DeStefano
Brother, Children, Sorry
Lauren DeStefano (2012). “Fever”, p.39, Simon and Schuster

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

Lauren DeStefano
Children, Two, House

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