105 Quotes by Anita Shreve

Are we, as we age, I wonder, repaid for all our thoughtless gestures.

His arrival detonated two sheepdogs that began barking even before they emerged at a dead run from behind the garage.

Grace wakes every morning to see if the world has sorted itself out. The.

The things that don’t happen to us that we’ll never know didn’t happen to us. The nonstories. The extra minute to find the briefcase that makes you late to the spot where a tractor trailer mauled another car instead of yours. The woman you didn’t meet because she couldn’t get a taxi to the party you had to leave early from. All of life is a series of nonstories if you look at it that way. We just don’t know what they are.

I loved him,” Muire said. “We were in love.” As if that were enough.

I discover that it is possible to be angry with someone who has died. It is possible to hate yourself for being angry with someone who has died. It is possible to believe that you will die from grief, that somehow your breathing will catch itself up and simply stop. It is possible to believe that you could have stopped the terrible thing that happened at any time, if only you had known.