I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
AIMEE BENDERYou can ruin anything if you focus at it.
More Aimee Bender Quotes
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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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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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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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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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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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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I don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
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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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