Louisa Hall Quotes & Sayings

Although Wittgenstein did say, "The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." — Louisa Hall

. . .poetry by Eliot. There's a lulling thing in his voice that makes me feel as if a spell has been cast that shall wake us all so that we might fly out of the mirror and speak to each other clearly at last. — Louisa Hall

I fretted so much about my earthly interactions that I had very few interactions to speak of. — Louisa Hall

They felt their cruelties had no implications. They excluded me with no sense of scale. I at least knew my importance. — Louisa Hall

Of what importance are the thwarted desires of awkward young men, when the oceans are rising, the deserts are coming, and families are trading their freedoms for houses? — Louisa Hall

One becomes accustomed to one's solitude, and it begins to seem rather phony to try to reach out. — Louisa Hall

Tell me what happens next, after my body has frozen. When I can't communicate. What will I be? — Louisa Hall

If there's one thing I've learned through my years of mistakes, it's that even the most perfect patterns becomes false when it goes unbroken for too long. — Louisa Hall

I descended into solitude so thick that conversations with repairmen became anxious social occasions. — Louisa Hall

still wakes in the morning and looks around for his audience, dresses up in his red braided vest, straps on his cymbals, and tips his tasseled cap for no one if no one is looking. He begins to wonder whether perhaps he's fooling himself, whether he's convinced himself he's living when in fact he's merely performing, going through the motions of life, a wire monkey raised by a wire mother. — Louisa Hall

Our primary function is speech: questions, and responses selected from memory according to a formula. We speak, but there is little evidence of real comprehension. — Louisa Hall

We can break step. Magnificent living beings that we are, we humans are free to unravel our patterns. — Louisa Hall

Listen, whiz mathletes: this is why English class is important. One day a terrible quiet will settle over your house. There will be no words. Then you'll want to tell stories. A — Louisa Hall

When I say something, I mean it, whether or not it's the right answer. When I tell you I love you I mean it. — Louisa Hall

I'd learned my lesson well by that point. Why make a bad situation worse by calling it names to its face? — Louisa Hall

I understood that ideal conversations move in widening spirals, starting with the minute then building toward statements of greater importance. The problem, however, is that conversations too often stay flat. It is distressing how often we repeat ourselves. When we ask questions, we know the answers already. We've grown accustomed to horizontal communication, flatlining banalities and droning insignificance. — Louisa Hall

OK," she said. "Let's try. But remember one thing. You're going to lose interest. At some point, it will happen. You don't think so now, but you'll get distracted. You have to stay with me. If we have a family together, you have to be here to help. — Louisa Hall

One thing is certain: your essence in my life is essential. It has been from the beginning. Even when I was a kid, it was as if I were waiting for you to enter the picture. Starting over in a new country, adjusting to the strange calm that takes hold when you've left everything that defines you, I had the feeling of weightless suspension. It stayed with me until the day I met you. — Louisa Hall

This is all we get, I thought. Just quick moments of brightness that get taken away before you understand what you've been given. Then — Louisa Hall

Our faces turned upwards, together we scanned the heavens, finding them stacked with tiers of bright stars.

Remarked to Whittier: It almost seems that each star is a hole, through which we might vanish into other dark heavens.

Whittier remained silent. Whole night seemed to wait for his response, and while I also waited, was taken with a sudden suspicion that our blue sky, that seems so solid during the day, might be in fact riddled with piercings, and rendered therefore exceeding fragile. As if the great dome above us might be nothing more than a swathe of soft linen, billowing up with the wind. — Louisa Hall

Below me, clusters of palm trees were painted green-gold. Tousled by the wind, their fronds resembled tangles of unspooled cassette tape. — Louisa Hall

And what if they took over? What if they relieved us of power? We tend to assume that sentient machines would be inevitably demonic. But what if they were responsible leaders? Could they do much worse than we've done? They would immediately institute a system of laws. The constitution would be algorithmic. They would govern the world according to functions and the axioms their programmers gave them. — Louisa Hall