85 quotes found
Author · American · 1965
American author (born 1965)
“That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.”
“For days and days, the rain beat its fists on the roof of our house evidence of the terrible mistake God had made. Each morning, when I woke I listened for the tireless pounding, looked at the drea...”
“I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?”
“Sadness pulses out of us as we walk. I almost expect the trees to lower their branches when we pass, the stars to hand down some light. I breathe in the horsy scent of eucalyptus, the thick sugary ...”
“As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.”
“I don't know how this can be but it can: A painting is both exactly rhe same and entirely different every single time you look at it.”
“If she were drowning, I'd hold her head under”
“Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.”
“I have a very low eerie threshold.”
“I'm thinking the reason I've been so quiet all those years is only because Brian wasn't around yet for me to tell everything to.”
“I can't shove the dark out of my way.”
“Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people," I say. "Maybe we're accumulating these new selves all the time.”
“In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.”
“I notice he doesn't have his meteorite bag and see out the window it's probably going to pour any minute, but wee need to et out of here. Immediately. "We're going to search for meteorites," I say,...”
“Male leads in love stories need to be devoted, need to chase trains, cross continents, give up fortunes and thrones, defy convention, face prosecution, take apart rooms and break the backs of angel...”
“Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.”
“I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we kiss, i see that on the other side of that door is sky.”
“The sky's always falling. Always. You'll see. People have no idea.”
“This is how he came out: he floated into the air high above the sleeping forest, his green hat spinning a few feet above his head. In his hand was the open suitcase and out of it spilled a whole sk...”
“What is bad for the heart is good for art.”
