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 the fox stealing the chicken, so there seems to be an inevitability to all that takes place at Mosel. This is a ghost story. And we have somehow become the ghosts of these young men who… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share
“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
