Abigail Thomas Quotes

What is this longing, she will want to ask. This troubling feeling of more to come. You can make something out of it, I want to tell her. But that's what her life is for.

The past is in the wastebasket.

You can appreciate things at four in the morning that would go right past you during the day.

She would (if she could) put her arm around the girl she'd been and try to tell her Take it easy, but the girl would not have listened. The girl had no receptors for Take it easy. And besides, Hey Jud...

Australian Aborigines slept with their dogs for warmth on cold nights, the coldest being a three dog night. —WIKIPEDIA

But when it gets dark, I’m off the hook. The day is officially rolled up and put away. I’m free to watch movies or stare at the wall, no longer holding myself accountable for what I might or might not...

Death is both a certainty and an unknown, Chuck says. It's hard to get a grip on it.

And you have to take gladly what life offers, she has learned that much, and sometimes you get lucky. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? There’s nothing wrong with that.

Grief is not a pleasure, but it makes me remember, and I am grateful.

It isn’t just the dying part; it’s the thought of the day coming when I will have already dead five, ten, two hundred years. All those centuries piling on top of me, like so many fallen trees. The fa...

So instead of not-writing, I am painting. I’m not a painter, but I make paintings anyway. I use glass and oil-based house paint, which is toxic, and which you can’t buy just anywhere anymore. It’s bei...

There’s nothing I want to relive—certainly not youth—and as for what’s to come, I’m in no hurry. I watch my dogs. They throw themselves into everything they do; even their sleeping is wholehearted. Th...

This would account for those moments of Oh! there you are! After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the u...

I went and bought Guitar Towns by Steve Earle instead of listening to my better self...After a bit, and despite my new relationship with time, I began to experience impatience. One song at a time was...

Somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn’t much I’d rather say than think. Of course for more than thirty years...

What can come? my grandson Sam asked, when he was very young, after his mother had warned him not to go into the woods after dark. What can come? This was a brilliant question. Can is scarier than wil...

Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn’t ask for, didn’t want. Love allows for betrayal and...

DON’T KNOW WHO I AM, RICH SAYS OVER AND over. There are too many thoughts inside my head. I am not myself. Yesterday he said, Pretend you are walking up the street with your friend. You are looking in...

Why does forgiveness irritate me so much? I ask Chuck.Because it's the ultimate act of passive aggression, he says.Because it keeps sin alive, says my sister.

Nothing is wasted when you are a writer. The stuff that doesn’t work has to be written to make way for the stuff that might;