This is a free week, so I perused the TTT archives, and chose this one, cause I’m a sucker for book quotes. One of these I kind of want to get tattooed on my arm, actually.
“Miriam came to consider Eliza a gosling born into a family of ducks, loved and accepted, but always and forever a goose.”
― Myla Goldberg, Bee Seasons
“Not every ocean is wet. The first time I stared at a wheat field and saw the golden stalks roll like a tide pushed by the wind, I knew I’d learned a secret; there is ocean in Nebraska.”
―Regina Sirois, On Little Wings
“I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
“In ten months you can get used to some of the mechanics of being alone, but it takes longer for the hurt to heal.”
― Gilly Macmillan, What She Knew
“He couldn’t believe it was only Wednesday. And it was made worse when he realized it was actually Tuesday.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea
Her mother gave her that look again. We kind of wanted the going-out, shopping, prom-going type, and we got this weird, creepy one, and we love it but what is it talking about, ever?
―Maureen Johnson, Truly Devious
“I often think we should have tattooed on the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, ‘I might be wrong.’”
― Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace
“God has to tell everything to people, in people’s words, but people aren’t as smart as God, so everything is like a stupid version of the real story.” Rachel had not considered this. She looked at her little boy with sudden and frightening understanding: her entire life, every person’s entire life, was a stupid version of the real story.”
―Dara Horn, Eternal Life
“Maybe that’s what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.”
―Matt Haig, The Midnight Library
“I’m still in shape. I jog along the Charles each evening. If I go five miles, I get to glimpse the lights of Harvard just across the river. And see all the places I had walked when I was happy.
I run back in the darkness, reminiscing just to pass the time.
Sometimes I ask myself what I would be if Jenny were alive. And I answer: I would also be alive.”
― Erich Segal, Oliver’s Story