were too old to be young.
Caroline Kepnes, You.
“Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.”
“I'm the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.”
“The problem with books is that they end.”
“I peeked in the bag. Do you know what was in there? I'll tell you what was in there: a collapsible tray table. Is there any sadder purchase in this fucking world? Maybe a CD of C+C Music Factory's ...”
“... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.”
“It's amazing how good fifty and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in twelve with a windchill of go fuck yourself.”
“The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.”
“At the age of 45, most days in Tucson were spent feeling like I was on the summit of Mauna Kea, as I was exhibiting debilitating health symptoms that corresponded to what I saw at very high altitud...”
“The hour is only long thus, if you've waited.”
“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful a...”
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
“I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.”
“Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very happy the day when he had taken her from her father to his home, and had carried her off on a ...”
“These memories of former times do not awaken desire so much as sorrow-- a vast, inapprehensible melancholy. Once we had such desires-- but they return not. They are past, they belong to another wor...”
