115 Quotes by Sara Baume

My phone doesn't ring and the doorbell doesn't either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

It was hard to hate him then, to treat him cruelly.It would have been like kicking a puppy; it would have made me the troll he'd always led me to believe I was.

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.

See how community is only a good thing when you’re a part of it.

It’s a sad place, but then I seem to find most places sad, and maybe it’s me who’s sad and not the places after all. Maybe there’s nowhere I can go, and no point in going.

I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won’t do anything about it. That I will only remain here and wait for death to indulge me.

I’m fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.

The old summer’s-end melancholy nips at my heels. There’s no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.