134 Quotes by Craig Johnson

Her fingers were cool, and her palms were strangely devoid of any lines, as if her life was yet to be determined.

Sometimes it was like that, I suppose; some people become so important in your life that they’re almost like a trademark, but then they’re gone. Sometimes they might reappear, but they’re nothing at all like what you’ve assembled in your mind since their departure; sometimes you can’t even stand them anymore, because they break up the legend and nothing dies harder than a good, personal legend.

As the saying goes, a cynic is the man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Nobody makes an emotional bulletproof vest, so you just have to carry the shrapnel around with you.

It would be nice if life weren’t so messy, but that’s just not the nature of things; we want things to be perfect, but most of the time we just spend our existence cleaning up the messes we make – and sometimes the messes of other people, people about whom we care most in the world.

This is how it ends with everyone. You fall – you don’t get back up.

Tell her how much you love her; everything after that is small talk.

Seeing her again was like unearthing an emotional library card with a lot of overdues.

She was classic Wyoming, that indiscriminate age between thirty and a hundred where the women find a comfort for themselves and just settle in.