“I want everyone to stop telling me to lower my expectations.” — Tracy Guzeman Expectations Copy Share Image
“The older I get, the less I enjoy the presence of other people.” — Tracy Guzeman Company Copy Share Image
“Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“You can trust him to do what he says, a trait which becomes increasingly rare.” — Tracy Guzeman Trust Copy Share Image
“Do not let grief be the only map you carry, lest you lose your way back to happiness.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“We turned into each other’s best excuse for not doing the things we were afraid of.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Sarcasm is wasted on those who haven’t had a decent night’s sleep, my darling.” — Tracy Guzeman Sarcasm Copy Share Image
“The older I get, Mr. Lapine, the more I realize it’s sometimes preferable not knowing the answers to things. In fact, I… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The estimation of an artist's talent is often based on his ability to render both light and shadow. If you have any… — Tracy Guzeman Art Copy Share Image
“They had lived their older lives like strangers from different shipwrecks, washed up on the same island, without the benefit of a… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow… — Tracy Guzeman Imperfections Copy Share Image
“I always felt like half of my life was hers, but I wonder if she didn’t feel that half my disease was… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Isn’t that an odd thing for a parent to wish for a child? That he would be less than what he is?” — Tracy Guzeman Child Copy Share Image
“He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst.… — Tracy Guzeman Compassion Copy Share Image
“How long did it take to become a gracious person? One who could accept help and give thanks without being resentful of… — Tracy Guzeman Grace Copy Share Image
“I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Your parents were far from saints, Alice. It would be generous to say they were ordinary people who made some very serious… — Tracy Guzeman Parenting Copy Share Image
“Your mother was the love of my life. Not everyone gets to have that. I did. Yes, I miss her, but I’m… — Tracy Guzeman Happier Copy Share Image
“People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Why do we lack the capacity to celebrate small bits of perfection? Unless it's obvious on a grand scale, it's not worth… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“She told me she'd chosen something for the headstone, part of a verse from Psalm eighty-four- 'Yea, the sparrow hath found an… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love,… — Tracy Guzeman Anger Copy Share Image
“I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods,… — Tracy Guzeman Fate Copy Share Image
“When Alice was younger, her father had fashioned a rough mask from evergreen needles and lake grass glued to a rotten shell… — Tracy Guzeman Bad luck Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I might be a fan of Audubon, I suppose." "Ah, birds. I can tell a lot about a person by the type… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“She knew she was delaying the inevitable- trying to locate Agnete's address- but decided to make a list of things to buy… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The train was moving too fast to see much beyond the pines stepping up rock walls, but she knew from memory the… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“In 1972, Bayber's work underwent another metamorphosis, yet refused to be defined by or adhere to any specific style. Elements of abstract… — Tracy Guzeman Abstract expressionism Copy Share Image
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Agnete had walked over to one of the taller works, the school of fish, and fingered a small piece of metal slightly… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The two of them had fallen into the habit of bartering knowledge whenever she visited. He schooled her in jazz, in bebop… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Someone telling you about the future did not prepare you for it. Nothing prepared you for it.” — Tracy Guzeman Future Copy Share Image
“Would he stay if he knew she was capable of hatred? That sometimes she felt so full of resentment, there wasn’t room… — Tracy Guzeman Hatred Copy Share Image
“She pulled off the road when she was halfway there, parking the car in a spot where the grass had turned from… — Tracy Guzeman Autumn Copy Share Image
“The thing she wanted to give him wasn't easily wrapped. If she could cast a spell, she'd offer him this new, slightly… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Saisee wore a path between the kitchen and the living room, bringing out mugs of coffee, and plates barely visible beneath clouds… — Tracy Guzeman Life Copy Share Image
