91 Quotes by Jeff Zentner

A liquid rose-gold warmth— whatever color is on the opposite end of the spectrum from the color of aloneness—fils me briefly.

My mind twirls with mysteries. The eternities. Life. Death. I can't stop it. It's like staring in the mirror for too long or saying your name too many times and becoming disconnected from any sense of yourself. I begin to wonder if I'm even still alive; if I exist.

Irrationality loves company.

Be honest. Be humble. Listen more than you talk.

Out of nowhere, I'm taken up in an unnameable ecstasy. The kind that comes from no specific wellspring and overflows before you even knew it was building in you. Everything is so beautiful, so good, you feel like you don't even need to breathe air anymore.

Remember that Florida is a land of weirdos and bizarre happenings, and conduct yourselves accordingly.

I want you to be careful in this world. My heart is wrapped up in you.

Pareidolia. One of my favorite words. It's when your mind sees a pattern you recognize where there isn't one. Like seeing a face in the moon. or shapes in the clouds."Dr. Mendez smiles and says, mostly to himself, "Pareidolia. What a beautiful word.""For something that isn't always beautiful.""For something that isn't always beautiful.

Nothing stops when we’re gone,” Lydia said. “The seasons don’t stop. This river doesn’t stop. Vultures will keep flying in circles. The lives of the people we love won’t stop. Time keeps unspooling. Stories keep getting written.