Lolly Winston > Quotes

“Suddenly what to do with the rest of my life and what shirt to wear became equally daunting decisions.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“A vida é muito menos assustadora quando se enterram as ambições e se pára de desejar coisas.”
― Lolly Winston, Happiness Sold Separately

“Instead, they’d smile and speak softly, as though I were going to be all right, as though I weren’t wearing one navy and one black loafer. As though I weren’t driving down the street with my purse on the roof of the car or leaving the oven on preheat all night.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“How will I know if I really even like Drew Ellis? I’m so eager for intimacy, I would date a tree.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“how it’s possible to be both lonely and terrified of social encounters at the same time.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Finding love isn't about finding someone at the right time. It's about finding the right person, regardless of the time.”
― Lolly Winston, Me for You

“Al swoons, closing his eyes and swaying. Suddenly I can imagine why Ruth lowered her standards for Tony. If this is the alternative!”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“You constantly try to be optimistic when someone’s sick, to look on the bright side, even if the bright side is only their ability to swallow a spoonful of applesauce or walk to the bathroom.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Even female. For so long I’ve felt like an androgynous lump. Grief on a stick.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Simone plays with her jack-in-the-box—an annoying toy that plays “Pop Goes the Weasel” until you’d like to pop the thing with a hammer.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Seven thirty-five. The only thing worse than being a widow and being single is being a widow and being single and being stood up.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“the words I once learned during an office safety drill: Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep. Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“For the past three months I've been lodged in the staring-out-the-window-and burning-toast stage of grief.

According to Dr. Rupert, I had a depressive breakdown brought on by grief...as though showing up at the office in your bathrobe is perfectly understandable.

I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of everyone else dying and leaving me behind.

You don't feel as though you're having a conversation, ore as though you're listening to a book on tape, the title "Steve the Sales Guy Goes on a Dinner Date".

Isn't there some way around having to start this new life without my husband?

I can't return Crystal as though she's an appliance that broke before the warranty expired.

I'm significant otherless.

By the time he calls, maybe I'll be a ndw person with self-confidence and cute comebacks. Straight hair, a better job, a smaller waistline.

How could I have managed to lose my husband, my job, my house, and my ass all in one year?

I'm so eager for intimacy, I would date a tree.

It's a myth that people experience grief for a certain amount of time and then they're over it.

Nine of the fifteen pounds I want to lose cling to me like an overprotective mother who doesn't want me to take my pants off until I'm married again.

Good-riddance list. It's a list of all the stuff you don't like about a guy. You're supposed to make it when you break up with someone.

It's funny how you don't have to be related to someone to love them like family.

Dangerous rebound guy.

My grief is diminished, but it feels permanent, like a scar.

Another grief gold star.

Marion & Crystal moved in with me.

How can I live happily ever after without loving someone again?”
― Lolly Winston

“Finally the theater lights dim, cloaking the audience in darkness. A hushed wave of throats clearing and cough drop wrappers rustling crosses the theater.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“after I got the oven, an evil neighbor boy named Jeremy bullied me into letting him bake a frog in it. The house filled with a putrid stench, and Dad tossed the oven out onto the curb.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“There should be a rule for grief groups: forty-watt bulbs only.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“I got stuck on a problem.” Crystal flops onto her back and talks to the ceiling. “Besides, you’re the one who wrecked the place with the fire extinguisher.” I snatch a towel from the bathroom and swab the carpet, tapping and then pounding the foam.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“rushes to my side on the sofa. “Let me give you a massage.” He reaches for my shoulders. “No.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Ruth is a healthful vegetarian and I’ve been on the Godiva plan.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“How could I have managed to lose my husband, my job, my house, and my ass all in one year?”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“As public relations manager at Gorgatech, I’m supposed to improve the image of a scrotal patch product that’s prescribed to men whose testosterone production is off-kilter on account of illness. A scrotal patch!”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“The only thing worse than being widowed is being widowed and single.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“she speeds up, swinging her arms and huffing, her scarf flying in the wind behind her. “Al!” she screeches. Al sinks to the floor of the car, the upper half of his body folded over the seat. “Shit! My wife!” “Your wife? Your dead wife?” “She’s not exactly dead,”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Dr. Rupert thinks the group will help me move from denial to anger to bargaining to depression to acceptance to hope to lingerie to housewares to gift wrap.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Maybe she needs me to be her basket case.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“I’ve joined the grief group because . . . well, because I sort of did a crazy thing. I drove my Honda through our garage door.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Still, dry eyes for me. Maybe I need the remedial grief group. Maybe there’s a book, The Idiot’s Guide to Grief. Or Denial for Dummies.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Would it be all right if I threw dishes at my former mother-in-law?”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“It’s been a long time since I’ve dated, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do a face plant on your suitor’s gurney on the first date.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief

“Okay. Sorry,” she mumbles. I move to the edge of the bed and peer into her face, looking for a sign of anything I can reason with. Her pale blue eyes are smoky, vacant.”
― Lolly Winston, Good Grief