It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
A child who's been injured by a parent waits her whole life for some acknowledgment of the wrong that's been done, some… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“I thought about my brother. I hated him. Hated him like a child hates a fallen hero. I hated him for his… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“Is there anyone dearer than the children of people you love, especially when you don’t have your own?” — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“You were never so acutely aware of your own flaws as you were in the presence of your child. Why was that?” — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
It's a little known fact, but parents are like superheroes. With just a few magic words they can make you feel ten… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“When they’re small, they’re part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
