Jan Ellison Quotes

But also because the London I paint is colored by the pencil I hold, and the pencil I hold wants a picture with an ending we can all bear. Malcolm

Perception is often loath to give up its stranglehold on the mind

The heart is large, and there is more than one material in the bucket we call love. I loved your father.

There’s the past again, keeping its foothold, wreaking its havoc.

I knew it wasn’t the right kind of love, because it required nothing of me. I did not need to worry about keeping it alive or putting it out since it was kept alive quite independently of anything I m...

Children will end up a world away, whether you want them to or not—unaware of the havoc being wreaked upon their histories back home.

Hope doesn’t like to be beaten down, though, does it? Hope is what gets us through. Hope, and the prayer it wants to become.

She moved across the pool deck with a languor, an unabashed sexual energy that made me feel like I was watching porn.

TO LAY. To lie. A lay. A lie. It’s a versatile but tricky word, isn’t it? To get the lay of the land. To lay down the law. To lay blame. To lie low. To lie down on the job. To let it lie. To lie down...

Perhaps blame is the way the universe organizes itself around tragedy and loss. Without blame, suffering is random, and that kind of randomness leads to madness

I had misplaced you, and now I was losing them, too. Then

I wanted that whole society frozen in revelry, and I wanted my feelings frozen, too. My life and all the things that had happened or might happen to me seemed distilled and poignant, and the evenings...

I did not feel lonely, but I felt the memory of loneliness.

It is upon the rubble of ancient history that today stands

She let me go. Not that she could have stopped me. Children will end up a world away, whether you want them to or not—unaware of the havoc being wreaked upon their histories back home.

I came face-to-face with the unwelcome finality of death. What can you do with it? It stops you cold when you think of it; it leaves you no out.

I closed my eyes. I dragged the memory of that day out of the darkness of time. I stepped through it, in my head, blurred image by blurred image, until finally, I saw it.

I hoped until it hurt. I hoped so hard I felt it finally turn to prayer.

Actually, when a tree falls, it creates shock waves. And when the shock waves reach an ear or an artificial mechanism like a microphone, they’re transmitted into what we call sound, you said. The shoc...

Walking into oblivion to claim love.