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“Become the woman who stands up to this bullshit. Become the woman who challenges the patriarchal playbook.” (My Oxford Year Quotes)
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“But the hardest thing is staying. The hardest thing is living with dying. Loving with dying. The hardest thing is love, with no expiration date, no qualifiers, no safety net. Love that demands acceptance of all things I cannot change. Love that doesn’t follow a plan.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“He always said that waiting for me to learn how to talk was like waiting for his long-lost friend to arrive.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“I thought the hardest thing I’d have to do was leave him in June. But the hardest thing is staying. The hardest thing is living with dying. Loving with dying. The hardest thing is love, with no expiration date, no qualifiers, no safety net. Love that demands acceptance of all things I cannot change. Love that doesn’t follow a plan.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“It occurs to me now, that being called upon to do something because you’re good at it is not the same thing as having a calling.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“It turns out, the act of making a choice, of choosing a path, doesn’t mean the other path disappears. It just means that it will forever run parallel to the one you’re on. It means you have to live with knowing what you gave up.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“Losing someone is hard enough. But death without the process of dying is an abomination. It takes nine months to create life; it feels unnatural, a sin against nature, that the reverse shouldn’t also have its time. Time to let go of the known as we take hold of the unknown.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“Maybe, once you come to realize that there are no answers, you learn to live with the questions.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“Now, we don’t always get to choose what happens in life, don’t we all know. However, we can choose what we do with what we’re given.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“Our memories of places, much like people, are subject to our own adaptation process. Once the active living is done, and they pass into memory, we assume control of the narrative. We adapt it, sometimes without meaning to. This is, perhaps, the one advantage of death: when people die, they can live on in our memory as we choose, but places continue to exist, to change.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“The hardest thing is love, with no expiration date, no qualifiers, no safety net. Love that demands acceptance of all the things I cannot change. Love that doesn’t follow a plan.” (My Oxford Year Quotes)
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness, Yours still, you mine; remember all the best Of our past moments, and forget the rest; And so, to where I wait, come gently on.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“We already have each other’s back. To protect, not stab. That’s universal sisterhood, no matter which country you come from.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“We were never forever, Jamie and I. Nothing is in this life. But if you love someone, and are loved by someone, you might find forever after. Whatever and wherever that is.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“When my dad died, my mother made it quite clear that I had to be the strong one. That I couldn’t fall apart, because she needed me. It was the ultimate bait and switch. For twelve years, she’d been the mom and I’d been the child; those were the rules of our world. And she just decided those weren’t the rules anymore and I was trapped.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
“When you feel more than you can say, when words fail you, when syntax and grammar and well-constructed expressions are choked from your mind and all that’s left is raw feeling, a few broken words come forth. I’d like to believe those words, when everything’s stripped away, might be the key to it all. The meaning of life. I’d like to think it’s possible to remain so devoted to someone’s memory that fifty-nine years later, when all the noise of life is muted, the last gasp passing over your lips is that person’s name.”
Julia Whelan
My Oxford Year
