Laura Buzo Quotes & Sayings

Don't try to understand other people's marriages, darling, even your parents'. You'll be lucky if you understand your own. — Laura Buzo

And then you come along with your perfect skin, your freckled shoulders, your glorious laugh, and you lay my entire life to waste. — Laura Buzo

You're very passionate about your unhappiness aren't you, Chris?' I responded with, If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well. — Laura Buzo

I sit in my room glowering at the ceiling. I know what this is about, I think. I'm cranky 'cause I'm uncomfortably thirsty for Chris all the bloody time. The heart-twinging excitement of yestermonth is gone. Now it just grates. There is no relief. There is nothing to be done. There is no sign of a parachute. — Laura Buzo

You spoke like me. You got my jokes. You got me. You fucked me senseless. Then you left. — Laura Buzo

I am getting nostalgic about this night and it hasn't even finished yet. — Laura Buzo

I study his face closely. The smudges under his eyes are darker than usual; his lips are dry and ashen, similar to the rest of his face. It's been a while between haircuts. Two days' worth of stubble. He's beautiful. — Laura Buzo

She even takes the goings-on of fictitious characters personally. — Laura Buzo

Thanks for dinner," I say. "It almost makes up for the bastardry. — Laura Buzo

Right now, Youngster, you remind me of a mosquito buzzing over what she thinks is a nice, normal, juicy vein, angling to swoop down, stick in the old proboscis and suck up some blood to take back to the kids. Little does she know that she's hovering over an artery and when she sticks it in, she will be exploded by a back draft of arterial spray. - Chris Harvey — Laura Buzo

Harvey out.
PS I have puny shoulders.
PPS And I'm okay with that.
PPPS I'm not really. — Laura Buzo

both of them having moved through space and across the parenting continuum to voice their concern for their middle daughter, the one in no-man's-land between the trenches of childhood and adulthood. — Laura Buzo

Amelia is Jeremy's opposite. She's real. She's literate. I like her a lot. Or maybe I just like the idea of her. Because she's so young that she's out of the question, I can mentally make her into the Perfect Woman in Waiting. Is that what I'm doing? — Laura Buzo

Oh, well. Love is pain. Or is it beauty is pain? I wouldn't know about the latter, but the former makes my sternum ache. — Laura Buzo

We went inside and watched Star Trek: Voyager. It was another one where a holodeck program gets out of hand and threatens to overrun the whole ship. Will they never learn? — Laura Buzo

She's-big-she's-blond-she-works-in-deli Georgia — Laura Buzo

A nurse and a social worker took fifteen minutes out of their shitty thankless job in the roughest corner of town, sat on a couple of milk crates drinking coffee, flopped their real selves out of the cement and both liked what they saw. — Laura Buzo

I want to be enfolded by him somehow, and to possess him. To have unfettered and exclusive access to him all the time. To feel how I feel around him all the time. To know that he loves being around me too. To feel more of his skin on my skin. — Laura Buzo

I don't watch scary movies. I mean it. Not ever. They make me scared. Scared of being alone in the house. Scared of being alone upstairs at night. Scared of walking home from work in the dark. — Laura Buzo

The air in my home is heavy with my mom's unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate it. I can be up in my room when she's in the kitchen below and I feel her despair seeping up through the floorboards. You can hear her banging pots and pans or cursing the vacuum cleaner — Laura Buzo

Finishing Year Twelve had been a blessed relief. Although, having read Looking for Alibrandi several times since Year Eight, I was disappointed when Year Twelve did not bring me a handsome, salt-of-the-earth boyfriend and ultimate emancipation from all that ailed my teenage soul. — Laura Buzo

He may well be my nemesis. And my antithesis! How about that? — Laura Buzo

Do you know that granola bars are apparently worse for you than chocolate bars? We've been had, Chris, had by the Quaker Oats man. — Laura Buzo

I wonder briefly if I could somehow broker a deal with God whereby if I put both my arms around Chris, his suffering would be transferred to me via skin-to-skin osmosis at a rate inversely proportionate to how much I love him. — Laura Buzo

I can't run my own race. I'm constantly checking what's happening in the other lanes. — Laura Buzo