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Jenny Offill

  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    Remember this sign, this tree, this broken-down street. Remember it is possible to feel this way. There were twenty days on the calendar, then fifteen, then ten, then the day I packed my car and left. I drove the length of two states, sobbing, heat like a hand against my chest. But I didn’t. I didn’t remember it.
  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    Sometimes at night I conduct interviews with myself.

    What do you want?

    I don’t know.

    What do you want?

    I don’t know.

    What seems to be the problem?

    Just leave me alone
  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    How is that even possible?” the philosopher says. “He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”

    She knows. She knows. So it begs the question, doesn’t it? Did she unkind and ungood and untrue him?
  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    When she tells people she might move to the country, they say, “But aren’t you afraid you’re going to get lonely?”

    Get?
  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind
  • ♡emma♡цитирует2 года назад
    What Rilke said: I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
  • brownieцитирует2 года назад
    “Do you ever wish you were thirty again?” asks the lonely heart engineer. “No, never,” I say.
  • brownieцитирует2 года назад
    Studies have shown that 94% of college professors think that they do above average work.
  • brownieцитирует2 года назад
    Why didn’t I have more kids so I could have more chances?
  • brownieцитирует2 года назад
    Young person worry: What if nothing I do matters?

    Old person worry: What if everything I do does?
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