158 Quotes by Lily King

That reverberation for me is what is most important about literature.

I try not to return to these moments very often, for I end up lacerating my young self for not simply kissing the girl. I thought we had time. Despite everything, I believed somehow there was time. Love’s first mistake. Perhaps love’s only mistake.

She stared at me and nodded into the silence between us, as if I were still talking and making perfect sense.

I don’t write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don’t, everything feels even worse.

If we didn’t have fear, imagine the creativity in the world. Fear holds us back every step of the way.

There is something about finding the balance to one’s nature – perhaps a culture that flourishes is a culture that has found a similar balance among its people.

I love these geese. They make my chest tight and full and help me believe that things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I’m giving it credit for.

I has a last look at the sea, which was rumpled and agitated, a thick muscle that would hold on tight to everything it swallowed.

I loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread. But that has not happened to me. My loves remain wine to me, yet I become too quickly bread to them.