“... the poetic moment is a static one. It's watching through a window while the action happens elsewhere. And then the poet turns away from the window because the poem is done ... It cannot unflinchingly stare grief down. At… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
Grief moves us like love. Grief is love, I suppose. Love as a backwards glance. — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I'm beginning to feel as though everything has happened before, that our story has already been told. Just as we were powerless to stop… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“It's funny to think that Anson and I were here, in this same place, together all that time ago, and now here we are… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
This is what I know about love, That it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
Love is not a good thing, I've decided. It just makes you afraid you'll lose what you love, and then, because your fear makes… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“She believes in the words of her fortune teller, but really, anyone could have told her that if you have to stop doing the… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“There are words in my life that I wish I'd never said. I wish I'd never told my wife that I loved her, because… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
The novels are always morphing into something else now, some kind of hybrid, more of a ground that isn't so easily specified. I suppose… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I am a writer. The proof of how I am feeling is always in my pen.” — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
“I don't think anymore that my life is about what has happened to me. It's about what I choose to believe. It's not what… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
It's easy to feel equal to wanting. It's rare to feel equal to having. — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
