Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes… Continue reading Ann Brashares
Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away. ― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers ( Scribner; 0 edition, October 4, 2011)
I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means. — Chuck Palahniuk, Choke. (Anchor June 11, 2002)
I find this a fascinating phenomenon: the ability we have to manipulate ourselves so that the foundation of our beliefs is never shaken. ― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog. (Europa Editions; 1st edition September 2, 2008) Originally published August 2006.
…But remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky or the ocean, and you move the hell on. — James Patterson, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas. (Vision; 1st US MM Ppbk Print, Aug. 2003 edition August 1, 2003)
To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all. — Henry Miller, Sexus. (Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published 1949.
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer. (Grove Press January 6, 1994) Originally published 1934.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. You wake up, and that’s enough. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton August 17, 1996)
All happiness lasts but a moment, and the time that follows is only good for remembering what we have lost. — Homero Aridjis, Persephone (Vintage, 1986)
Just when normal life felt almost possible—when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times… Continue reading David Wroblewski