31 Quotes by Amanda Coplin

The odor of the room was baked fruit, beeswax, pine, and old newspapers.

The sound was loud and soft at the same time, like the sound upon which other sound was built. You didn’t hear the horses until you listened for them; and then they were very loud.

The sorrow came from those two feelings – the happiness of company, the anxiety of interrupted solitude.

He did not go after her himself, but those months after he fell out of the tree, though his physical wounds more or less healed – though he walked with a slight limp afterward – a kind of vacancy, a silence, hung around him, like a mantle on his shoulders.

The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us, who refuse, who are too weak or too simple, or are perhaps, strictly, unable to understand.

She was both more assured and quieter, deeper. It was as if the distance she had traveled had ironed out some of her foolish impulsiveness, her flippancy.

She revered solitude, but only because there was the possibility of breaking it.

When one is young, he thought, one thinks that one will never know oneself. But the knowledge comes later; if not all, then some. An important amount.

Objects too at times, after all, like the landscape, held the potential for meaning- she took out the first object now- and were able to comfort.