Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.

Psychoanalysts are fond of pointing out that the past is alive in the present. But the future is alive in the present too. The future is not some place we’re going to, but an idea in our mind now. It is something we’re creating, that in turn creates us. The future is a fantasy that shapes our present.

It is less painful, it turns out, to feel betrayed than to feel forgotten.

I want to change, but not if it means changing.