Quotes & Sayings About Love Junot Diaz

But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls,' he wrote back, 'This is my home. — Junot Diaz

In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion. — Junot Diaz

The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of love even amidst the ruins. This is a terrifying, heart-breaking and, ultimately, important book. — Junot Diaz

I have a very powerful sense of place, but I have a very powerful sense of being a migrant, so it's both. It seems like I'm always leaving my home. That's part of the formula. I love the Dominican Republic. I go back all the time. I love New Jersey. Go back all the time. — Junot Diaz

A first lesson in the fragility of love and the preternatural cowardice of men. And out of this disillusionment and turmoil sprang Beli's first adult oath, one that would follow her into adulthood, to the States and beyond. I will not serve. — Junot Diaz

They only hit he you, he says, when they care. — Junot Diaz

Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God. — Junot Diaz

You said i could call you when i wanted but that you wouldn't call me. you have to decide where and when, you said. if you leave it up to me i'll want to see you every day.
At least you were honest, which is more than i can say for me. — Junot Diaz

The next day at breakfast he asked his mother: Am I ugly? She sighed. Well, hijo, you certainly don't take after me. Dominican parents! You got to love them! — Junot Diaz

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel.
This is how you lose her. — Junot Diaz

Love. Oscar knew he should have checked out right then. He liked to kid himself that it was only cold anthropological interest that kept him around to see how it would all end, but the truth was he couldn't extricate himself. He was totally and irrevocably in love with Ana. What he used to feel for those girls he'd never really known was nothing compared to the amor he was carrying in his heart for Ana. It had the density of a dwarf-motherfucking-star and at times he was a hundred percent sure it would drive him mad. The only thing that came close to how he felt about his books; only the combined love he had for everything he'd read and everything he hoped to write came even close. — Junot Diaz

The half-life of love is forever. — Junot Diaz

I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it's too fucking late but the boys weren't into melodrama. They heard that shit and said no. Especially the Old Man. Divorced at twenty, with two kids down in D.C., neither of which he sees anymore. He heard me and said, Listen. There are forty-four ways to get over this. He showed me his bitten-up hands. — Junot Diaz

Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the possibility of love, this place would just devour us. — Junot Diaz

But I just knew, from everything that I saw, that there is no transcending the human experience. You've got to realize that most of us feel permanently displaced and savagely undone. Most of us try everything we can to manage our fears and our insecurities. Most of us are profoundly inhuman to ourselves and other people, and that makes us no less valuable, and no less worthy of attention and love. I didn't transcend all this stuff, you just got to live with them, man, and there's nothing like trying to run away from all that stuff to guarantee its supremacy. My idea is to change at least the percentage of the vote. These voices are always going to get a vote, but do they always have to have the majority of the vote? ... You try to distribute who you are in different proportions, but the transcendence myth will just do you in, in the long run. — Junot Diaz

You, Yunior, have a girlfriend named Alma, who has a long tender horse neck and a big Dominican ass that seems to exist in a fourth dimension beyond jeans. An ass that could drag the moon out of orbit. An ass she never liked until she met you. Ain't a day that passes that you don't want to press your face against that ass or bite the delicate sliding tendons of her neck. You love how she shivers when you bite, how she fights you with those arms that are so skinny they belong on an after-school special. — Junot Diaz

Love is the great test of the human. The human is tested by our ability to withstand love. Love is so difficult, it is so challenging, it demands of us that we wreck it with ourselves. It demands of us an honesty that few of us could sustain. — Junot Diaz

Nobody warned me that when you fall in love, you really fall in love forever. — Junot Diaz

Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth. — Junot Diaz

I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The way that you love a country is by seeing everything that it's done wrong, all of its mistakes, and still thinking that it's beautiful and that it's worthy. — Junot Diaz

Love is understood, in a historical way, as one of the great human vocations - but its counterspell has always been infidelity. This terrible, terrible betrayal that can tear apart not only another person, not only oneself, but whole families. — Junot Diaz

You go to more doctors. You celebrate Arlenny's Ph.D. defense. And then one June night you scribble the ex's name and: The half life of love is forever. — Junot Diaz

Deep down, where my boys don't know me, I'm an optimist. — Junot Diaz

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me. — Junot Diaz

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise. — Junot Diaz

I always had a sense that I would fall in love with Tokyo. In retrospect I guess it's not that surprising. I was of the generation that had grown up in the '80s when Japan was ascendant (born aloft by a bubble whose burst crippled its economy for decades), and I'd fed on a steady diet of anime and samurai films. — Junot Diaz

I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me. — Junot Diaz

We get so many people saying short fiction is not economical, that it doesn't sell; but there are so many of us enjoying writing it and reading it. So it's wonderful to be around people who love short fiction too - it's like hanging around with my tribe. — Junot Diaz

Yes, the wildness was in me, yes it kept my heart beating fast all the long day, yes it danced around me while I walked down the street, yes it let me look boys straight in the face when they stared at me, yes it turned my laugh from a cough into a long wild fever, but I was still scared. How could I not be? I was my mother's daughter. Her hold on me stronger than love. — Junot Diaz

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves. — Junot Diaz

There's little question that short stories, like poetry, don't get the respect they deserve in the culture - but what can you do? Like Canute, one cannot fight the sea, you have to go with your love, and hope one day, things change. — Junot Diaz

Know that in this world there's somebody who will always love you. — Junot Diaz

And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows. — Junot Diaz

In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead. — Junot Diaz

Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These relationships were love's version of a stay in the stocks, in you go, plenty of misery guaranteed and what you got out of it besides bitterness and heartbreak nobody knows. Perhaps some knowledge of self and women. — Junot Diaz

Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him. — Junot Diaz

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life. — Junot Diaz

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own. — Junot Diaz

What else she doesn't know: that the man next to her would end up being her husband and the father of her two children, that after two years together he would leave her, her third and final heartbreak, and she would never love again. — Junot Diaz

And because love, real love, is not so easily shed. — Junot Diaz

I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it? — Junot Diaz

I wrote my first sucio story, as I call them, in 1997. This was always my 'cheater's book,' my book about sucios desgraciados. My plan was to write a book about how people deal with love and loss. — Junot Diaz

And when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada. — Junot Diaz

But hey, it's only a story, with no solid evidence, the kind of shit only a nerd could love. — Junot Diaz

The next day he woke up feeling like he'd been unshackled from his fat, like he'd been washed clean from his misery, and for a long time he couldn't remember why he felt this way, and then he said her name. — Junot Diaz

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture — Junot Diaz

Cities produce love and yet feel none. A strange thing when you think about it, but perhaps fitting. Cities need that love more than most of us care to imagine. Cities, after all, for all their massiveness, all their there-ness, are acutely vulnerable. — Junot Diaz

He cried often for his love of some girl or another. Cried in the bathroom, where nobody could hear him. — Junot Diaz

I love 'The Autobiography of Malcolm X.' That was like the only black book we read in high school. — Junot Diaz

You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there.You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. — Junot Diaz

When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that. — Junot Diaz

Maybe we met out here and fell in love over bad barbecue. — Junot Diaz

It is probably her son she misses, or the father. Or our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there. — Junot Diaz

The half life of love is forever."
- Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her — Robyn Collins

I used to think those were the barrio rules, Latinos and blacks in, whites out - a place we down cats weren't supposed to go. But love teaches you. Clears your head of any rules. — Junot Diaz