10 Quotes by Priya Parmar

But to begin again? No, Virginia. There can be no beginning again. Love and forgiveness are not the same thing.

Sometimes she arches away from me and wears a light halo of genius about her.

She could not beat to be irrelevant. Virginia lives to be essential.

It is a terrible thing to grieve for someone who is not dead, not in love with someone else, but just no longer there.

I wait for his regret, his guilt, but it does not come. He is a man who always sees the good in things. And in his mind, love is always good.

Roger was not flattered, because he did not recognize what was happening. Things that do not matter to him are invisible.

I have the loose-ended feeling of looking, looking. What am I looking for? Looking for substance, looking for a moment I do not understand. Is that just how this part of life is? Do we ever have the sensation of finding, of arriving? I worry that life is always in the future and I am always here, in the preamble, straightening up the cushions so that life will go smoothly once it does begin.

I am not waiting. I am not waiting for anyone any more. It was me I was waiting for.

The rest of us are still living on the borrowed fuel of potential and so far have not left deep footprints. But together we carry a brackish air of importance. As if we are doing something worthy in the world. Maybe how we live our lives is the grand experiment? Mixing company, throwing out customs, using first names, waiting to marry, ignoring the rules, and choosing what to care about. Is that why we matter? Or perhaps Miss Warre-Cornish is right and we do not matter in the least.