Liz Jensen Quotes & Sayings

Outside, the moon is a thin, luminous scrape and the stars throb weakly above the sea. — Liz Jensen

I've thought a lot about hope and come to the conclusion that either it's there or it isn't. No in between. You — Liz Jensen

Carpe Dium, I say. Seize the day. Grab it by the throat and rattle its bollocks — Liz Jensen

A mixture of feelings- love, distaste, revulsion, pity- rose in my throat ... There was an eternity to that moment, that see-sawing split- second when adoration clung and then lurched, spilling into chaos, rage, hate, anger: the desire to smash and embrace, love and destroy. Betrayal does that ... Shows you how worthless love is, when its object is indifferent, ruthless, no more than a machine for surviving. — Liz Jensen

Everyone becomes a believer in a crisis, calling on a God with whom to cut a last-ditch deal. She'd — Liz Jensen

Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look up and see a kid falling from the sky. That would be me. — Liz Jensen

Lord, What a terrible shame. You're so attractive!'
I know, I want to tell her. It should have happened to someone really ugly. And then it wouldn't have mattered. — Liz Jensen

- To some extent. Men want to think the best of women, especially if they're attractive. Isn't there some truth in that? That we attribute moral goodness to attractive people? And to those who present themselves as victims? Natalie — Liz Jensen

The thought of losing him again kills me. This is of course a figure of speech, I will remain alive, but I will not know happiness. — Liz Jensen

Will it take the rest of my life to process what has happened? I don't know.
If Freddy were here, he would say, 'Yet', as per the rules of a playful accord we have concerning unacquired knowledge, whereby if one of us said they didn't know something, the other had to say 'Yet'. And then the other one
usually me
would provide the missing information, or we'd look it up, or just speculate. — Liz Jensen

Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of Bulgarians provided the entertainment, via a set of headphones that ended up irredeemably tangled beneath the bed. Part of me just watched. The other part was in charge. — Liz Jensen

Men let women down. Over and over again. I'ts what they're programmed to do. — Liz Jensen