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Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2) QUOTES

Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2) QUOTES

1 " I made my father uncomfortable. He loved me, no doubt. But love without intimacy is lonelier than indifference. "

― Roan Parrish , Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2)

2 " You are how you are,” she said, eyes intent. “You’re not the problem. You’re the whole thing. The good and the bad. You’re not one element of your own life. You’re all of it. "

― Roan Parrish , Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2)

3 " I cried because somehow I had landed somewhere I wanted to be and I realized perhaps it was the first time I’d wanted to be somewhere. I cried because I finally knew what it felt like to love someone more than I hated myself. "

― Roan Parrish , Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2)

4 " It was an almost absurd way to summarize a year-long process of sinking that happened so slowly the ooze was up to my waist before I knew I was mired in it. But there was no narrative to these things, no logic or explanation. No code or symbology. I wished there were. The formlessness was its own kind of death. He looked at me for a while then "

― Roan Parrish , Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2)

5 " And often, we didn’t talk at all. There was such a peace to sharing space with him with the burden of speech removed. I’d never had that. The sense that just by existing as myself, I was participating positively in someone else’s life. When I’d lived with Kaspar, I had stayed away from him if I didn’t want to interact. If I didn’t have the energy to talk, then I didn’t walk into the kitchen when he was getting coffee; if I didn’t want to have sex, then I didn’t touch him. I learned not to make any promises with my presence that I wouldn’t be able to deliver on. It was easier that way. But Faron and I seemed to move around each other with awareness but no obligation. I’d tried testing the waters—kissing Faron on the cheek as I walked by the couch when he was reading. He’d smiled and run a hand through my hair, but when I continued on to the kitchen, he made no comment. I’d sat on the couch next to him another time, and put on headphones to listen to music, and he didn’t try to talk to me, just rearranged himself on the couch so I could put my legs over his if I chose. It was like learning a new language of proximity. A language that finally felt like my native tongue. Sex with "

― Roan Parrish , Invitation to the Blues (Small Change, #2)