Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well– here is the truth– you have to talk yourself out of it.
CHRIS CLEAVEI am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
More Chris Cleave Quotes
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Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn’t the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn’t deserve my own pity.
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Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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There’s what people say, and there’s what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.
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Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.
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Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.
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This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
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Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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I’m always determined that as a novelist I’m going to go out there and research my characters very thoroughly before I start writing.
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If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.
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At this point in time the war [ WWII] is close enough to still feel hotly personal to a writer, yet far enough away so that jingoism and heroics are no longer required.
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A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
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We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.
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We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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