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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More Aimee Bender Quotes
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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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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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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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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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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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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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