All Gail Caldwell Quotes
- Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as… Dog
- My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window. Adult
- What do you do when the story changes in midlife? When a tale you have told yourself turns out to be a little untrue, just… Accident
- You can’t change the tale so that you turned left one day instead of right, or didn’t make the mistake that might have saved your… Bearable
- The Hours is in fact a lovely triumph. Cunningham honors both Mrs. Dalloway and its creator with unerring sensitivity, thanks to his modesty of intention… Affecting
- The flaw is the thing we love. Flaw
- The truth, or success, of any writer's story lies partly in its specificity and its emotional honesty. Any
- The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it. Hell
- The belief that life was hard and often its worst battles were fought in private, that it was possible to walk through fear and come… Battle
- Grief is what tells you who you are alone. Alone
- I'd confused need with love and love with sacrifice. Confused
- I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. Absorb
- Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days. Assuming
- Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive. Beginning
- What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part. Bereavement
- It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue.… Aand
- The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Until Caroline had died I had belonged to that other… Any
- Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation. Amputation
- It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too. Died
- The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Any
- That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her. Became
- If writers possess a common temperament, it's that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave. Common
- Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare. Fantasy
- Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't… Already Told