46 Quotes About Celeste-ng

He was afraid to tell Marilyn these things, afraid that once he admitted them, she would see him as he had always seen himself: a scrawny outcast, feeding on scraps, reciting his lines and trying to pass. An impostor. He was afraid she would never see him any other way.

The weight of everything he's read settles on him, crushing him to his chair. It is too heavy. He cannot even lift his head.

His mind, for the moment, gone blissfully blank.

It seemed as vague and hazy as something she had done in a dream.

I realize that I am not happy with the life I lead. I always had one kind of life in mind and things have turned out very differently.

Somewhere in the center of this circle his daughter, friendless and alone, must have dived into the water in despair.

Neither ever mentioned this most tender hope.

Everything she had dreamed for herself faded away, like fine mist on a breeze. She could not remember now why she thought it had all been possible.

Inside Lydia could feel it: everything that was to come . . . It was far away then, tiny in the distance, but Lydia already knew it would happen. The knowledge hovered all around her, clinging to her, every day getting thicker. Everywhere she went, it was there.