513 Quotes by Janet Fitch

I was the center of my own universe it was the stars that were moving, rearranging themselves around new, and I liked the way he looked at me l. Who had ever looked at me, who had ever noticed me? If this was evil, let God change my mind.

Memory is the fourth landscape.

This is what happens when you fall in love. You’re looking at a natural disaster.

She was sorry to have hurt her, but she wanted them all to leave her alone, let her keep it together. Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

All that was a dream, you couldn’t hold on, you couldn’t depend on frosted glass and Debussy.

This ragged heart,” she said, pulling at her kimono. “I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

But that was the thing about zero. Its weakness. Even if zero had taken over the entire universe, the biggest fascist of all, one tiny gesture could deny it. One footprint, one atom. You didn’t have to be a genius. You didn’t even have to know that was what you were doing. You made a mark. You changed something. It said, “A human being passed here.” And changed zero to one.

I liked it when my mother tried to teach me things, when she paid attention. So often when I was with her, she was unreachable. Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

I cut a shred from my heart and dangled it on a homemade hook before her.