Basseinipood Quotes & Sayings

At the end of that week, Navin arrived to marry me. I was repulsed by the sight of him, not because I had betrayed him but because he still breathed, because he was there for me and had countless more days to live. And yet without his even realizing it, firmly but without force, Navin pulled me away from you, as the final gust of autumn wind pulls the last leaves from the trees. We were married, we were blessed, my hand was placed on top of his, and the ends of our clothing were knotted together. I felt the weight of each ritual, felt the ground once more underfoot. — Jhumpa Lahiri

I took a great deal of pleasure in it, and I still feel nostalgic about it. However, I felt that it had led me to live in a parallel world of pure invention, shut inside my solitude. Naturally, it was precisely for that purpose that it was made and that was why I took pleasure in it, but I wanted to regain body and roots. — Jean Dubuffet

I was 90% certain Thia was the best therapist money could buy; the remaining 10%, I still questioned if she was certifiable. — Genna Rulon

I was brought up to think you don't talk about yourself. — Cy Twombly

It was as though the house had been left empty but a minute before and yet that minute was fraught with eternity so that you could not imagine that ever again that house would echo with talk and resound with laughter. — W. Somerset Maugham

But as the years passed, Ned's silence grew and grew. It pressed upon his face and his body. It leaked into the house and spread outward into the yard. His silence had weight. It had substance and presence and teeth. — Kelly Barnhill

I never really had a real career trajectory idea. I just like a lot of different kind of movies, I wanna make a lot of different kind of movies, and to some degree you follow opportunity and to the other degree you have to create your own opportunity. — David Gordon Green

Be happy by forgiving or forgetting or doing both, but we can gain no happiness by holding grudges. — Dinesh Kumar Radhakrishnan

What a joy Mary Jo Putney is to read; she can't write fast enough for me. — Laura Kinsale