170 Quotes by Catherine Lacey

[...] I went back to arguing with my husband and he didn't know about my face-stabbing thoughts and it made me even angrier that he didn't know about my face-stabbing thoughts, that he couldn't just intuit these things, look into my eyes and know that the way he spoke to me was a plain waste of our life [...]

(...) is a good woman, but she gets overwhelmed by other people. She has to be careful of that. Taking care of others, it takes something, you know? It takes something from you to take care of another person and there’s only so much a person has to give.

I had nothing to say to these strangers, whoever or whatever they were.

Maybe I will always have to love the idea of love or a concept of God more than I can love a person.

I walked toward the ocean, my brain somehow calm and empty, sick of itself, taking a sick day.

And I knew that it was possible he wasn't entirely right for me, but I also knew, in some way, that probably no one was right for me and potentially no one was right for anyone, but I also felt, with uncharacteristic sincerity, that we were as right for each other as any two people could manage.

The reverend spoke a block of memorized text, nodding his head, agreeing with himself as he went.

I think back to this moment sometimes now, look back at that person I was, months before I couldn't unknow what had happened.

I'd run out of options. That's how these things usually happen, how a person ends up placing all her last hopes on a stranger, hoping that whatever that stranger might do to her would be the thing she needed done to her.