Quotes from Michael Cunningham

But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. I'm so sick.

She thinks of how much more space a being occupies in life that it does in death; how much illusion of size is contained in gestures and movements, in breathing. Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

She'd never been religious. She hadn't allowed grief to send her crawling to the church.

Ránk telepedett a csönd, az a fajta jótét hallgatás, amely idÅ'rÅ'l idÅ're megszakítja idegenek hétköznapi beszélgetését, és lehetÅ'vè teszi, hogy baj nélkül visszatérjenek életük ismerÅ's keretei közé.

La mente puesta en la carne es muerte, pero la mente puesta en el espíritu es vida y paz.

It seems good enough; parts seem very good indeed. She has lavish hopes, of course—she wants this to be her best book, the one that finally matches her expectations.

Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.

There is so little love in the world.

M?žu Ti Ã…â"¢íct o holkách jedno tajemství? Ne. Mají rády, když jsi na nÄ› hodný. PÃ…â"¢ekvapilo by tÄ›, jak daleko se se spoustou holek dostaneÅ¡, když k nim prostÄ› pÃ…â"¢ijdeÅ¡ a Ã…â"¢ekneÅ¡: Podle mÄ› jsi skvÄ›lá; podle mÄ› jsi krásná. Ony totiž vÅ¡echny mají strach, že nejsou.

It's hardly ever the destination we've been anticipating, is it? Our hopes may seem unrealized, but we were in all likelihood hoping for the wrong thing. Where did we--the species, that is--pick up that strange and perverse habit?

Gratitude is the only appropriate response to everything that happens.

We thought she was alright, we thought her sorrows were ordinary ones, We had no idea.

Not eating is a vice, a drug of sorts--with her stomach empty she feels quick and clean, clearheaded, ready for a fight.

I didn't mind touching the rough bottom of people's good intentions.

He hadn't remotely imagined that one morning he'd check his text messages and find love to have been lost, with approximately the degree of remorse one would feel over the loss of a pair of sunglasses.

It's the country that would have him, since he lacked the necessary papers for more promising places.

At this moment she could be a minor goddess come to attend to mortal anxiety; come to sit with grave, loving certainty and whisper, from her trance, to those who enter, It's all right, don't be frightened, all you have to do is die.

Buongiorno, microbo," dice a Richie. "Sto mangiando i cereali," dice lui. E ridacchia. Si potrebbe quasi dire che le lancia uno sguardo malizioso. È palesemente infatuato di lei; è comico e tragico nel suo amore disperato. La fa pensare ogni tanto a un topo che canta serenate d'amore sotto la finestra di una gigantessa.

you." "Likewise." They shake hands, head back to the elevator. Groff

I sometimes wonder how you live with such a modest sense of romance, Barrett says. Superstition and romance are not the same thing.

Welcome to the darker side of love.

All my life I could do anything. I could do anything, really. Except the one thing I wanted

People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.

Tyler. His handsome, lion-eyed ravagement. His capacity for devotion. Which is so sexy. Why do so many gay men lack that? Why are they so distracted, so in love with the idea of more and more and then more, again?