22 Quotes by Julie Orringer

It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it.

There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.

Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel himself to be nothing more than a speck of human dust?

Sometimes I freeze in front of the canvas, full of the knowledge that if I keep painting, sooner or later I will fail her.