A Little Life Quotes
A Little Life Quote of the day
They ask little, for they know it is little they will receive for all their asking, but what little is so dear, as it always is to the autumn-hearted who know life is pitiful and infinitely sweet.
He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.
. . . breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.
This isn't fair, he would think in those moments. This isn't friendship. It's something, but it's not friendship. He felt he had been hustled into a game of complicity, one he never intended to play.
He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.
My phone rang, and although it wasn't a sinister time of night, and although nothing had happened that I would later see as foreshadowing, I knew, I knew.
It's a good story, ' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please, ' I said.And then he did.
He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship.
That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly.
. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.
He placed his hand on Willem's arm. 'Willem, don't cry.''I'm not going to, ' he said. 'I can do other things in life besides cry, you know, ' although he was no longer sure that was even true.
He sits at the table and reads novels, old favorites of his, the words and plots and characters comforting and lived-in and unchanged.
