She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“They looked like frogs who’d been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grow sarcastic.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I don't have a love life. I have a like life.' Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“And it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home,… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
All the way out I listen to the car AM radio, bad lyrics of trailer park love, gin and tonic love, strobe… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I was Baptist and had always prayed, in a damp squint, for things not to happen. Sils was a Catholic, and so… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I'm surrounded by music; I always was when I was growing up and continue to be. And I love music. And when… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“So much urgent and lifelike love went rumbling around underground and died there, never got expressed at all, so let some errant… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I had seen this exact same expression and movement before - where? In the future I would come to know that look… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“And though he continued never to express a single word of love for me, not in any way of his several languages,… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Why do you haunt me? You, like a tattoo on my tongue, like the bay leaf at the bottom of every pan.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Love is art, not truth. It's like painting a scenery.' These are the things one takes from mothers. Once they die, of… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“I felt sorry for Mary-Emma and all she was going through, every day waking up to something new. Though maybe that was… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
The thing to remember about love affairs," says Simone, "is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney." ... We… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn’t bravery at all.… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“It was strange, this toxic little vein, strange to stand above it, looking down at night, in a dangerous neighborhood, as if… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Mostly, however, he had books about love. He believed in studying his own heart this way.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Wake up one morning with a man you had thought you'd spend your life with, and realize, a rock in your gut,… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I'm very interested in what people will do for money. Money: it's timeless. — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“One of the problems with people in Chicago, she remembered, was that they were never lonely at the same time. Their sadness occurred in… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
Start dating someone who is funny, someone who has what in high school you called a "really great sense of humor" and what now… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Amber was not shy. If she had been shy, not one of us would be at Perkins right now.” — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“Farmers aren't rich. They have land but no money." Actually, my father didn't even have that much land. He had once stood on the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
“My grandmother, who, when I visited, stared at me with the staggering, arrogant stare of the dying, the wise vapidity of the already gone;… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read? — Lorrie Moore Copy Share
