117 Quotes by Peter Heller

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

Is it possible to love by simply not being an ass? I don’t think so. But it goes a long way to clearing a space where love can happen.

Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don’t mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.

Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not know it.

Life and death lived inside each other. That’s what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

Meager as it is. Nothing to lose as I have. Nothing is something somehow.

What he loved about poetry: it could do in a few seconds what a novel did in days. A painting could be like that, too, and a sculpture. But sometimes you wanted something to take days and days.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

With everything seeming to fall apart, good habits were one thing to hold on to.