Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
WWI is a romantic war, in all senses of the word. An entire generation of men and women left the comforts of Edwardian life to travel bravely, and sometimes even jauntily, to almost certain death. At the very least, any… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
The things that don't happen to us that we'll never know didn't happen to us. The nonstories. The extra minute to find the briefcase that makes you late to the spot where a tractor trailer mauled another car instead of yours. The woman you didn't meet because she couldn't get a taxi to the party you had to leave early… — Anita Shreve Copy Share
I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“It was probably not so unusual to be a different person with a different man, for all parts were authentically within, waiting to be… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured. — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“If one has a good reputation and trusted, the rules can be bent to accommodate.” — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
“She felt with the shiver the rare sensation that she was exactly where she should be. She was an idea, a memory, one perfect… — Anita Shreve Copy Share Image
