Jean Hegland Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Jean Hegland
So my sister dances and the dead house burns, and I scrawl these few last words by the light of its burning. I know I should toss this story, too, on those flames. But I am still too much a storyteller -or at least a storykeeper-still too much my father's daughter to burn these pages. — Jean Hegland
I never knew how much we consumed. it seems as if we are all appetite, as if a human being is simply a bundle of needs to drain the world. it's no wonder there are wars, no wonder the earth and water and air are polluted. it's no wonder the economy collapsed, if eva and i use so much merely to stay alive. — Jean Hegland
It's a physical urge, huger and stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is a spot that yearns, that longs, that pleads for the jolt of a bullet. I want that rage, that fire, that final empty rip. I want to be let out of this dark cavern, to open myself up to the ease of not-living. I am tired of sorrow and struggle and worry ... I want to turn out the last light. — Jean Hegland
I think unconsciously I was afraid that if she asked me how I felt, my unleashed grief and rage would kill us all. In some unadmitted corner of myself I was already weeping and screaming and begging her not to leave me, not to go. If I started crying for real, only her comfort could make me stop, and if she died before she had finished comforting me, then I would be left to cry forever. — Jean Hegland
The jaws of darkness do devour it up All's cheerless, dark, and deadly. The best is past Thou'lt come no more Sally — Jean Hegland
This body is yours. No one can ever take it from you, if only you will accept yourself, claim it again
your arms, your spine, your ribs, the small of your back. It's all yours. All this bounty, all this beauty, all this strength and grace is yours. This garden is yours. Take it back. Take it back. — Jean Hegland
Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound Swift as a shadow, short as any dream Brief as the lightening in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth; And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.'" "Brava! — Jean Hegland
Youth's a stuff will not endure. — Jean Hegland
And humanism - that transcendent vision that spans centuries and religions in its celebration of reason, responsibility, art, and examined lives - has been tossed out like old bathwater, leaving humanity naked and shivering on the dirty ground. He — Jean Hegland
In some ways we were more remote than strangers because strangers at least have the possibility of yet unmade connections. — Jean Hegland
It was right for his speech to be a failure, since what he had been defending was a lie. — Jean Hegland
Maybe it's true that the people who live through the times that become history's pivotal points are those least likely to understand them. — Jean Hegland
He knows a sweep of gratitude, soft as another voice, and so wide and deep he believes he might drown in it. — Jean Hegland
I have to admit that this notebook, with its wilderness of blank pages, seems almost more threat than gift - for what can I write here that it will not hurt to remember? You — Jean Hegland
he explains that tragedy's most cruel lesson is not that human beings are flawed, or that fate can be unkind, but that no one can ever slip the bonds of time. Outside, — Jean Hegland
I get so scared, I can't stop it. It's like black waves, and I'm a little cork. I bob to the surface and think I'll do okay, and then another wave comes and I'm drowning again." I — Jean Hegland
It's a physical urge, stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is a spot that longs for the jolt of a bullet, that yearns for that fire, that final empty rip. I want to be let out of this cavern, to open myself up to the ease of not-living. I am tired of sorrow and struggle and worry. I am tired of my sad sister. I want to turn out the last light. — Jean Hegland
But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead. — Jean Hegland
Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth So — Jean Hegland
Beyond us I could see the mountains rising blue and hazy, and I knew I had only to cross them and keep on walking to catch up with all my dreams. — Jean Hegland
Lord, what fools these mortals be! Wonder on till truth make all things plain A foolish heart, that I leave here behind I know a bank where the wild thyme blows If we shadows have offended She'd — Jean Hegland
All that attacks is memory, all I suffer is regret. — Jean Hegland
The walls inside were charred from some ancient fire, blackened and lichened and weathered hard, smelling faintly of a smoke so old there may be no one still alive who could possibly remember the flame. — Jean Hegland
Pray you now forget, and forgive: I am old and foolish, — Jean Hegland