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.
AIMEE BENDERThat’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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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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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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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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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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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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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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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