It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
AIMEE BENDERYou feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you’re alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you’re that important.
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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