Heather Christle > Quotes

“Becoming a lake has put a lot of things in perspective for me.”
― Heather Christle

“Most crying happens at night. People cry out of fatigue. But how horrible it is to hear someone say, “She’s just tired!” Tired, yes, certainly, but just? There is nothing just about it.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“They say perhaps we cry when language fails, when words can no longer adequately convey our hurt.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Crying is its own nakedness and to see both kinds at once elicits a panic of pity. This is why people offer handkerchiefs to each other; it is an act of care, a restoration of dignity, a small instruction to get dressed.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Some people think of reading poems and stories as a way to practice responding to imagined circumstances, without having to risk dangers of real life.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“The floor is the only thing that can hold me. If I could go any lower I would.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“The car is a private crying area. If you see a person crying near a car, you may need to offer help. If you see a person crying inside a car, you know they are already held.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“If you are alone, comfort arms are still available; you hold yourself together.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Almost all my understanding is from books...Sometimes it seems there are more pages in me than breaths.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“And what shall we make ourselves from today? A memory, a seedling, a word? What can we hold up to the light and find despair has not yet touched?”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“I understand she is crying because she is witnessing a difficult and maybe sorrowful event. I understand I am not crying because I am the event.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Maybe we cannot know the real reason why we are crying. Maybe we do not cry about, but rather near or around. Maybe all our explanations are stories constructed after the fact.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“But it is dangerous to lay a map of one’s life over another’s, to make it a trap.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“They say perhaps we cry when language fails, when words can no longer adequately convey our hurt. When my crying is not wordless enough I beat my head with my fists.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“I say "despair" because it is a word that can live comfortably in a house without changing the building's purpose. It only changes the mood. "Depression" and "suicidal ideation" and "anxiety" all cast a stage or laboratory light. Even here, in this room. It shifts from paragraph to clinic. Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness, its emotional exaggeration.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Muskie denied that he'd cried, said the tears were only snowflakes that had fallen in his eyes.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Tears are a sign of powerlessness, a "woman's weapon." It has been a long war.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Before they arrived, before they took me to the hospital, I half undressed myself and climbed into the bath, crying, chanting, keening, I want to die, I want to die. It is a song my body knows.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Sometimes I am afraid that as I am listening to people’s stories of tears—and therefore, frequently, of suffering—I will make the mistake of these priests, that I will fail to hear what people most want to be known, that I will only make them cry again.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“And I do, I try. I love the world, try to catch its tune and sing along.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Writing a poem is not so very different from digging a hole. It is work. You try to learn what you can from other holes and the people who dug before you. The difficulty comes from people who do not dig or spend time in holes thinking that the holes ought not to be so wet, dark, or full of worms. “Why is your hole not lined with light?” Sir, it is a hole.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“Some people will write about one thing as a way of not writing about something else. Like Tony Tost: 'I don’t know how to talk about my biological father, so I am going to describe the lake: it’s blue, with swans.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“A kitchen is the best—I mean the saddest—room for tears. A bedroom is too easy, a bathroom too private, a living room too formal. If someone falls to pieces in the kitchen, in the space of work and nourishment, they must be truly coming undone. The bright lights offer no comfort, only illuminate. The floor should be vinyl and cold.”
― Heather Christle

“I want to learn to navigate by stars that have nothing to do with me, stars no human can master, but by whose light one might see where to go.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“The despair is not reasonable. It has no sense of proportion. It knows the material conditions of my life are not under threat, but it does not care.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“To cry or not to cry is sometimes a choice, and no telling which is the better. Not true—if you are alone, or with only one other, cry. To cry with more people present, concludes the International Study of Adult Crying, can lead to a worsening mood, though that may depend on others’ reactions. You can be made to feel ashamed. Most frequently criers report others responding with compassion, or what the study categorizes as “comfort words, comfort arms, and understanding.”2 If you are alone, comfort arms are still available; you hold yourself together.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“No I am not crying
I'm maybe um a demon”
― Heather Christle, Heliopause

“One afternoon the test says yes, pregnant, good job, very clever.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“I'm standing directly in the
shadow now

everything is sufficiently bright,

everything is very clearly
Okay”
― Heather Christle, Heliopause

“I fear the rage of grieving American men, men who--having suffered some loss of one of their narrow sources of self-worth--decide to murder their families along with themselves.”
― Heather Christle, The Crying Book