Christine Sneed Quotes & Sayings

You're recovering from a war, I had said one night. You're not yourself and won't be yourself again for a little while longer. The war was being fought internally, of course, — Christine Sneed

It was a temporary state of grace, this upwelling of suspense and happiness, but I knew that every feeling I'd ever had was and would be temporary. — Christine Sneed

This can be lonely work, but it connects you to other people in ways that many of the things we could do with our lives do not. — Christine Sneed

It was all still there, an immense quilt of bold, fantastical human will: the faded tawny golds and grays of the descending rooftops and scorched chimney pots, the cold steel-blue river with its fabled Left and Right Banks, the towers and steeples and crooked cobblestone streets, bisected by wide, brutish boulevards. As seductive as a mirage, but every slab of stone, every silent or uproarious inch of it, real. She had not returned triumphant as a brilliant painter or a self-made woman whose only worry about money was how to spend it ... but she had come back to Paris anyway. It was hard to imagine being unhappy here. — Christine Sneed

It is hard to dispute the evidence that we are a race defined to a significant degree by our pettiness, by how vicious our desire is to keep track, to compare, to win. — Christine Sneed

There are so many ways of classifying our tendencies, but I think one of the most telling must be this: there are those of us who do not wrestle very often or for very long with our appetites, who can simply say, Enough, and walk away, and those of us who are constantly at odds with how much we desire and what we actually allow ourselves. The gay between desire and restraint: here rages the river of discontent, one that often threatens to overflow its banks. — Christine Sneed