“She looked up at me, her eyes large with compassion, with understanding of the solitude and incivility of grief.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I felt disincarnate, cut loose from myself. How it would feel to be back in my body again I couldn’t imagine.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“The shame that tormented me was all the more corrosive for having no very clear origin: I didn't know why I felt… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“My moods were a slingshot; after being locked-down and anesthetized for years my heart was zinging and slamming itself around like a… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“And maybe I was coping awfully well, I don’t know. Certainly I wasn’t howling aloud or punching my fist through windows or… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“The description of shock and grief hot so close to home: "but sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I accepted all this counsel politely, with a glassy smile and a glaring sense of unreality. Many adults seemed to interpret this… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“I was deluded, and I knew it. Worse: my love for Pippa was muddied-up below the waterline with my mother, with my… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
I hope we're all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime? — Donna Tartt Copy Share
And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
There's an expectation these days that novels - like any other consumer product - should be made on a production line, with one dropping… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“A month or two before, I would have been appalled at the idea of any murder at all. But that Sunday afternoon, as I… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
Always remember, the person we’re really working for is the person who’s restoring the piece a hundred years from now. He’s the one we… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“The silence between us was happy and strange, connected by the cord and the icy voices thinly echoing. “You don’t have to talk,” she… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“You didn’t meet many people who moved freely through the world with such a vigorous contempt for it and at the same time such… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“maybe that’s what’s waiting for us at the end of the journey, a majesty unimaginable until the very moment we find ourselves walking through… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“lights and moods and seasons was to see it a thousand different ways and to keep it shut in the dark—a thing made of… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
“Upon meeting Julian Morrow, one has the impression that he is a man of extraordinary sympathy and warmth. But what you call his 'Asiatic… — Donna Tartt Copy Share
