“I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.”
―
Elizabeth Strout,
Abide with Me
“It interests me how we find ways to feel superior to another person, another group of people. It happens everywhere, and all the time. Whatever we call it, I think it’s the lowest part of who we are, this need to find someone else to put down.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“What young people didn't know, she thought, lying down beside this man, his hand on her shoulder, her arm; oh, what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm ones, that love was not to be tossed away carelessly . . . No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't chose it. And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she had found it burdensome, had flicked it off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not know what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered. . . . But here they were, and Olive pictured two slices of Swiss cheese pressed together, such holes they brought to this union--what pieces life took out of you.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Olive's private view is that life depends on what she thinks of as "big bursts" and "little bursts." Big bursts are things like marriage or children, intimacies that keep you afloat, but these big bursts hold dangerous, unseen currents. Which is why you need the little bursts as well: a friendly clerk at Bradlee's, let's say, or the waitress at Dunkin' Donuts who knows how you like your coffee. Tricky business, really.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“You will have only one story,” she had said. “You’ll write your one story many ways. Don’t ever worry about story. You have only one.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“Then I understood I would never marry him. It's funny how one thing can make you realize something like that. One can be ready to give up the children one always wanted, one can be ready to withstand remarks about one's past, or one's clothes, but then—a tiny remark and the soul deflates and says: Oh.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“Because we all love imperfectly.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“But I think I know so well the pain we children clutch to our chests, how it lasts our whole lifetime, with longings so large you can’t even weep. We hold it tight, we do, with each seizure of the beating heart: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance that would not go away.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Traits don't change, states of mind do.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“But the books brought me things. This is my point. They made me feel less alone.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“But after a certain point in a marriage, you stopped having a certain kind of fight, Olive thought, because when the years behind you were more than the years in front of you, things were different.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Amy and Isabelle
“This was the skin that protected you from the world—this loving of another person you shared your life with.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Anything Is Possible
“There were days - she could remember this - when Henry would hold her hand as they walked home, middle-aged people, in their prime. Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. But she had that memory now, of something healthy and pure.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“It interests me how we find ways to feel superior to another person, another group of people. It happens everywhere, and all the time. Whatever we call it, I think it’s the lowest part of who we are, this need to find someone else to put down.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“What young people didn't know, she thought, lying down beside this man, his hand on her shoulder, her arm; oh, what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm ones, that love was not to be tossed away carelessly . . . No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't chose it. And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she had found it burdensome, had flicked it off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not know what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered. . . . But here they were, and Olive pictured two slices of Swiss cheese pressed together, such holes they brought to this union--what pieces life took out of you.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Olive's private view is that life depends on what she thinks of as "big bursts" and "little bursts." Big bursts are things like marriage or children, intimacies that keep you afloat, but these big bursts hold dangerous, unseen currents. Which is why you need the little bursts as well: a friendly clerk at Bradlee's, let's say, or the waitress at Dunkin' Donuts who knows how you like your coffee. Tricky business, really.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“You will have only one story,” she had said. “You’ll write your one story many ways. Don’t ever worry about story. You have only one.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“Then I understood I would never marry him. It's funny how one thing can make you realize something like that. One can be ready to give up the children one always wanted, one can be ready to withstand remarks about one's past, or one's clothes, but then—a tiny remark and the soul deflates and says: Oh.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“Because we all love imperfectly.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“But I think I know so well the pain we children clutch to our chests, how it lasts our whole lifetime, with longings so large you can’t even weep. We hold it tight, we do, with each seizure of the beating heart: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance that would not go away.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“Traits don't change, states of mind do.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“But the books brought me things. This is my point. They made me feel less alone.” ― Elizabeth Strout, My Name Is Lucy Barton
“But after a certain point in a marriage, you stopped having a certain kind of fight, Olive thought, because when the years behind you were more than the years in front of you, things were different.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
“But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Amy and Isabelle
“This was the skin that protected you from the world—this loving of another person you shared your life with.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Anything Is Possible
“There were days - she could remember this - when Henry would hold her hand as they walked home, middle-aged people, in their prime. Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. But she had that memory now, of something healthy and pure.” ― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge
