Nicole Krauss, The History Of Love Quotes
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.
That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.
Wittgenstein once wrote that when the eye sees something beautiful, the hand wants to draw it. I wish I could draw you.
...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?
We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.
It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying you.
Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.
I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epitaph. LEO GURSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE.
Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.
HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS
Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.
She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads.
So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves.
Family! So sorry, forgive me. I thought I'd met all the mispocheh!
When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an apartment full of shit
All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist.
