I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
AIMEE BENDERI could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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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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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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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.
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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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