Status Updates From That Long Silence

"life has always to be made possible."

"A woman can never be angry;
she can only be neurotic, hysterical, frustrated."

"Perhaps it didn’t last long; but as long as it lasted
it seemed real."

"But I said nothing. It was
so much simpler to say nothing. So much less complicated."

"Oh well, there is always the terrible tenacity of the weak."

"He did not know what waiting
was. He had always moved steadily from one moment to the next. But for
women the waiting game starts early in childhood. Wait until you get
married. Wait until your husband comes. Wait until you go to your in-laws’
home. Wait until you have kids. Yes, ever since I got married, I had done
nothing but wait. "

"Your own movement has been only an illusion. You are right where you
were all along."

"And I had been left with my question hanging like an
obscenity between us I had believed him then, but now I am not so sure.
Surely there comes a moment in every human’s life when he or she says,
like the Sibyl – I wish to die"

the prose is so interesting

"Nothing else was possible for people like us."

"we were distanced from suffering;
for us, there was just living – one foot in front of another, one foot in front
of another, until death came to us in a natural form"

" the tender, smiling mother rubbing Vicks on
her son’s chest"

THE ABSOLUTE NOSTALGIA 😭😭😭😭😭

"Perhaps it is wrong to write from the inside. Perhaps what I have to do is
see myself, us, from a distance. This has happened to me before; there have been times when I’ve had this queer sensation of being detached and distant from my own self. Times when I’ve been able to separate two distinct
strands – my experience, and my awareness of that experience."

" And I know this – you can never be the heroine of your own story. Self
revelation is a cruel process. The real picture, the real ‘you’ never emerges.
Looking for it is as bewildering as trying to know how you really look. Ten
different mirrors show you ten different faces."

‘If I were a man and cared to know the world I lived in, I almost think it
would make me a shade uneasy – the weight of that long silence of one-half the world’ ~ Elizabeth Robins