Quote by Elizabeth Strout Download Open image ““I loved New York for this gift of endless encounters.”” — Elizabeth Strout ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.” — Hannah Lillith Assadi Copy Share Image
“Everyone loves New York City for all these different reasons. The culture. The mix of people. The pace. The food. But for me, it's… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“I had never seen anything like New York, and its newness held the promise of my future: dense with the experience I craved - romantic, urbane, intellectual. Looking back on that moment, I believe I was saved from disappointment by the nature of my "great expectations." I honestly wasn't burdened with conventional notions of finding security and happiness. At that… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share
“She’s always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing it… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
“My one thought is to get out of New York, to experience something genuinely American.” — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“That's how New York looked: like a gorgeous, easy thing to have, even for me.” — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
“New York, he supposed, was home—the city of luxury and mystery, of preposterous hopes and exotic dreams.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The trick of enjoying New York is not to be so busy grinding your way to the center of the earth that you fail… — David Carr Copy Share Image
“I am here as a speck, but I don't feel scared or about to be blown away, I feel like all New York is… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
“New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.” — Elizabeth Winder Copy Share Image
By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it go. Perhaps it was nothing more than the two doughnuts expanding in her stomach full of milk, but Amy felt a heaviness begin, a familiar turning of some inward tide. As they drove over the bridge… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“I said on the phone to my mother, “I think I’m going to write the story of the Burgess kids.” “It’s a good one,”… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“And she learned - freshly, scorchingly - of the privacy of sorrow. It was as though she had been escorted through a door into some large and private club that she had not even known existed. Women who miscarried. Society did not care much for them. It really didn't. And the women in the club mostly passed each other silently.… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“He looked at the books, and she wanted to say, 'Stop that,' as though he were reading her diary.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“The year that followed - was it the happiest year of his own life? He often thought so, even knowing that such a thing… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I have to pay attention to what I have felt and observed, then push these responses to an extreme while keeping the story within… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“She could hear in the darkness of her car how his breathing was quicker now; and her own was, too. She wanted to say… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Abdikarim shook his head in his darkened room, sweat coming from his face down onto his neck. “No, he cuts my heart. You didn’t see him. He’s not what we saw in the newspaper. He’s a frightened …” finishing softly: “child.” “We live now where there are laws,” Haweeya said soothingly. “He’s frightened because he broke the law.” Abdikarim continued to… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
I like people a lot, but I am not comfortable in literary New York situations. There is deep anxiety and tension around success here.… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
The fact of the matter is I always have a really high sense of responsibility to the reader, whether it's a few readers that… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
