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A Home at the End of the World QUOTES

A Home at the End of the World QUOTES

1 " I’m not this unusual,” she said. “It’s just my hair.”

She looked at Bobby and she looked at me, with an expression at once disdainful and imploring. She was forty, pregnant, and in love with two men at once. I think what she could not abide was the zaniness of her life. Like many of us, she had grown up expecting romance to bestow dignity and direction.

“Be brave,” I told her. Bobby and I stood before her, confused and homeless and lacking a plan, beset by an aching but chaotic love that refused to focus in the conventional way. Traffic roared behind us. A truck honked its hydraulic horn, a monstrous, oceanic sound. Clare shook her head, not in denial but in exasperation. Because she could think of nothing else to do, she began walking again, more slowly, toward the row of trees. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

2 " I wanted a settled life and a shocking one. Think of Van Gogh, cypress trees and church spires under a sky of writhing snakes. I was my father's daughter. I wanted to be loved by someone like my tough judicious mother and I wanted to run screaming through the headlights with a bottle in my hand. That was the family curse. We tended to nurse flocks of undisciplined wishes that collided and canceled each other out. The curse implied that if we didn't learn to train our desires in one direction or another we were likely to end up with nothing. Look at my father and mother today.

I married in my early twenties. When that went to pieces I loved a woman. At both of those times and at other times, too, I believed I had focused my impulses and embarked on a long victory over my own confusion. Now, in my late thirties, I knew less than ever about what I wanted. In place of youth's belief in change I had begun to feel a nervous embarrassment that ticked inside me like a clock. I'd never meant to get this far in such an unfastened condition. (p.142) "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

3 " I was living my own future and my brother's lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might resemble my stepping into the kitchen - into its soft nowhere quality and foggy hum. I breathed the dark air. If I had at that moment a sense of calm kindly death while my heart beat and my lungs expanded, he might know a similar sense of life in the middle of his ongoing death. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

4 " I suppose at heart it was the haircut that did it; that exploded the ordinary order of things and showed me the possibilities that had been there all along, hidden among the patterns in the wallpaper. In a different age, we used to take acid for more or less the same reason. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

5 " I was not beautiful, but I believed I had the possibility of beauty in me. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

6 " This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

7 " I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

8 " we become the stories we tell ourselves "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

9 " Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

10 " I am beginning to understand the true difference between youth and age. Young people have time to make plans and think of new ideas. Older people need their whole energy to keep up with what’s already been set in motion. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

11 " Here is what unsayable about us: Jonathan and I are members of a team so old nobody else could join even if we wanted them to. What binds us is stronger than sex. It is stronger than love. We're related. Each of us is the other born into a different flesh. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

12 " We’d hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

13 " You don't necessarily meet a lot of people in this world. Not when you let yourself get distracted by music and the passing of hours. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

14 " It was either the wind or the spirit of the house itself, briefly unsettled by our nocturnal absence but to old to be surprised by the errands born from the gap between what we can imagine and what we can in fact create. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

15 " Това, което понякога ме тревожеше, бе простата дружелюбност на всичко това. Живеехме в свят на доброта и домашен ред. Понякога се виждах като Снежанка, която живее при джуджетата. Джуджетата се грижели добре за нея. Но колко дълго би оцеляла тя, без надеждата да срещне някой с нейния ръст? Колко ли дълго е мела и кърпила, преди да започне да разбира, че животът ѝ се състои от безопасен рай и от невидими, но проникващи във всичко липси? "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

16 " He moved in a world of chaos of self, fearful and astonished to be here, right here, alive in a pine-paneled bedroom. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

17 " He seemed to believe that from such humble, inert elements as flour, shortening, and drab little envelopes of yeast, life itself could be produced. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

18 " Unfamiliar insects produced a soft but insistent chirp; a crisp whir like the sound the earth itself might make rolling through the darkness if we all kept quiet enough to hear it. The lights of the condominium complex shone. They were not far away. Still, they looked almost too real and close to touch. They were like holes punched in the night, leaking light from another, more animated world. For a moment I could imagine what it would be like to be a ghost—to walk forever through a silence deeper than silence, to apprehend but never quite reach the lights of home. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

19 " Така се прави. Създаваш си бъдеще от това, с което разполагаш в момента. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World

20 " Ránk telepedett a csönd, az a fajta jótét hallgatás, amely időről időre megszakítja idegenek hétköznapi beszélgetését, és lehetővè teszi, hogy baj nélkül visszatérjenek életük ismerős keretei közé. "

― Michael Cunningham , A Home at the End of the World