Stephanie Kallos Quotes & Sayings

Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't measure these things. — Stephanie Kallos

Be happy, we're worth more broken. — Stephanie Kallos

I'll serve something black. Bean soup, licorice, coffee. It'll be very grim, I promise. We'll cover the mirrors. We'll listen to Piaf. We'll read passages from Dostoyevsky. — Stephanie Kallos

He was shorter than an average eight-year-old boy but exceptionally tall for a tulip. — Stephanie Kallos

She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other people's opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No Words and exiled to the Land of All Bullshit. — Stephanie Kallos

Memory - uncorrected, uncorroborated, and (by its very nature) unreliable - is what allows us to retroactively create the blueprints of our lives, because it is often impossible to make sense of our lives when we're inside them, when the narratives are still unfolding: This can't be happening. Why is this happening? Why is this happening now? Only by looking backward are we able answer those questions, only through the assist of memory. And who knows how memory will answer? Who will it blame? Who will it forgive? — Stephanie Kallos

We're more valuable broken. — Stephanie Kallos

The Book put forth the theory that what a person envisions is what a person attracts, so that if you envision loss, despair, loneliness, etc., that is indeed what will befall you. The Book also claimed that all of us lie to ourselves all the time, so why not tell positive lies - known as "affirmations" - instead of negative ones? — Stephanie Kallos

Sometimes a person can say I'm sorry a thousand times and that glue will never dry. — Stephanie Kallos

It's never too late to try a new approach to learning anything, and just because one has no expectation doesn't mean one has no hope. — Stephanie Kallos

But in dying so suddenly her mother had become a riddle at the gate instead of the road you walked to get there. — Stephanie Kallos

(T)here were always vacancies in the construct of life: blank spaces occupied by the unseen guest, the absent friend. — Stephanie Kallos

Extras, in case you want to send some." "Irma," M.J. said. "Who am I going to write a postcard to? You're the — Stephanie Kallos

Love? It's when you don't give a thought to all the ifs and want-to's in the world. It's when if all the fires of hell were between you, you'd walk in them gladly to be with him, and sing with joy at your own burnin' if only his kiss was on your mouth. — Stephanie Kallos

Her eyes are the first indication of her infirmity, or rather that she resides in more than one world. (Dementia) — Stephanie Kallos

Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn't alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edgesof her heart, she was sure of it. — Stephanie Kallos