Frederick Buechner is one of my favorite writers.
Here's a great phrase that leaped out at me, upon my re-read of his book "Telling Secrets."
" ... the madness of my desperate meddling."
(The context: Years ago, Buechner's daughter suffered from anorexia; and in part of this book, he writes of his struggle to "help" her yet he eventually discovered he was too close at hand. What a hard place to be: knowing the balance between encouraging and loving and enabling/stunting.)
Anyone read any good phrases lately?
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