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  • #1
    Anne Lamott
    “You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
    Anne Lamott

  • #2
    Anne Lamott
    “You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”
    Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

  • #3
    Anne Lamott
    “I do not understand the mystery of grace -- only that it meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.”
    Anne Lamott

  • #4
    Anne Lamott
    “You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won't really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we'll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.”
    Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

  • #5
    Anne Lamott
    “Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back. You're done. It doesn't necessarily mean that you want to have lunch with the person. If you keep hitting back, you stay trapped in the nightmare...”
    Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

  • #6
    Anne Lamott
    “Help" is a prayer that is always answered. It doesn't matter how you pray--with your head bowed in silence, or crying out in grief, or dancing. Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors. Years ago I wrote an essay that began, "Some people think that God is in the details, but I have come to believe that God is in the bathroom.”
    Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

  • #7
    Anne Lamott
    “But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in – then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.”
    Anne Lamott

  • #8
    Anne Lamott
    “The problem is acceptance, which is something we're taught not to do. We're taught to improve uncomfortable situations, to change things, alleviate unpleasant feelings. But if you accept the reality that you have been given- that you are not in a productive creative period- you free yourself to begin filling up again.”
    Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

  • #9
    Anne Lamott
    “I liked those ladies! They were helpers, and they danced.' These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.”
    Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith

  • #10
    Pascal Mercier
    “We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
    Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

  • #11
    Steve Maraboli
    “You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.”
    Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

  • #12
    Annie Dillard
    “why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?”
    Annie Dillard, An American Childhood: A Poignant Memoir About Parents and Passion in 1950s Pittsburgh

  • #13
    Janet Fitch
    “I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #14
    Dana Hewitt
    “She loved the smell of wet dirt the way others might love the smell of roses.”
    Dana Hewitt, New City

  • #15
    C. JoyBell C.
    “It’s the hard things that break; soft things don’t break. It was an epiphany I had today and I just wonder why it took me so very, very long to see it! You can waste so many years of your life trying to become something hard in order not to break; but it’s the soft things that can’t break! The hard things are the ones that shatter into a million pieces!”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #16
    “Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.”
    Joss Whedon

  • #17
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “When women are gathered together with no men around, they don't have to be anything in particular; they can just be”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, City of Girls
    tags: women

  • #18
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “You must learn in life to take things more lightly, my dear. The world is always changing. Learn how to allow for it.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, City of Girls

  • #19
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “When I was younger, I had wanted to be at the very center of all the action in New York, but I slowly came to realize that there is no one center. The center is everywhere - wherever people are living out their lives. It's a city with a million centers.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, City of Girls

  • #20
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Why is it that when a woman is occupied by the voice in her head, or the wear of her day, or the landscape that passes through her eyes like windows on a train, the world assumes she is up for grabs? A vacant stare does not mean vacancy. It's the inverse of invitation, and yet.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #21
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “A distinguishing quality of the women I love, meaning, none of us are bothered by how infrequently we see one another. We have an arrangement that was never formally arranged. A consideration for turning down invitations. We are happy for the person who is indulging in her space, and how she might merely be spending the weekend unescorted by anything except her work, which could also mean: she is in no rush to complete much. She is tinkering. She is gathering all the materials necessary for repotting a plant but not doing it. She is turning off the lights and climbing into her head because that’s usually the move.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #22
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “She is all at once unused but oh, so used up. Or very used to. Why is it that when a woman is occupied by the voice in her head, or the wear of her day, or the landscape that passes through her eyes like windows on a train, the world assumes she is up for grabs? A vacant stare does not mean vacancy.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #23
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Nook people express appreciation in the moment by maintaining how much we will miss what is presently happening. Our priorities are spectacularly disordered. A nook person might spend the last few years of her twenties thinking she is dying. Convinced of it. Nook”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #24
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Resurfacing is nonpareil. And splitting a sandwich with someone you’ve said maybe two words to all morning is idyllic.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #25
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Even when I’m caught off guard by a lathery shade of peach on the bottom corner of a painting at the Met, as if being reminded that I haven’t seen all the colors, and how there’s more to see, and how one color’s newness can invalidate all of my sureness. To experience infinity and sometimes too the teasing melancholy born from the smallest breakthroughs, like an unanticipated shade of peach, like Buster Keaton smiling, or my friend Doreen’s laugh—how living and opposite of halfhearted it is. Or my beautiful mother growing out her gray, or a lightning bolt’s fractal scarring on a human body, or Fantin-Latour’s hollyhocks, or the sound of someone practicing an instrument—the most sonically earnest sound. Or how staring at ocean water so blue, it leaves me bereft. In postcards, I’ll scribble “So blue!” because, what else?”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #26
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “A woman carries her inner life—lugs it around or holds it in like fumes that both poison and bless her—while nourishing another’s inner life, many others actually, while never revealing too much madness, or, possibly, never revealing where she stores it: her island of lost mind.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #27
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “Nook people can overstate their love for a movie, having only watched it once. They are alert to how some spectacles become basically unbearable the second time. And, well, there are benefits to claiming something you’ve only experienced once as your favorite. It’s useful to have many favorites.”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #28
    Durga Chew-Bose
    “I counted them and double-checked because extra-small things bring out the extra-small person in me who sometimes even triple-checks things; who still chances certainty might exist in asking, “Promise me?”
    Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

  • #29
    Richard Siken
    “Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #30
    Richard Siken
    “Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.”
    Richard Siken



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