If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do? Robert Goolrick More Quotes by Robert Goolrick More Quotes From Robert Goolrick If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. Robert Goolrick unrequited loss love When you're young, and you head out to wonderful, everything is fresh and bright as a brand new penny, but before you get to wonderful you're going to have to pass through all right. And when you get to all right, stop and take a good long look, because that may be as far as you're ever going to go. Robert Goolrick may long looks There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away. Robert Goolrick ache loss heart It's a sad thing to watch your best friend turn into somebody you don't know anymore. Or even want to know. Robert Goolrick your-best-friend want watches I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine. Robert Goolrick kissing animal thinking It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be. Robert Goolrick skins grace heart I know that I am not the only person who is alone in the world. I know that others sorrow in the night. That others pick up a razor and slice into their own skin, with greater or lesser success. I know that others look at their lives and see only silent failure and disconsolation, feeding the cat, checking their email, doing the crossword. I know that I am not the only person to have lived a life like mine. I am aware. (212) Robert Goolrick cat sorrow night The thing is, all memory is fiction. Robert Goolrick memories fiction Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings, she liked endings, too. The drama of the smashing glass, the dead bird, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered. Robert Goolrick sweet goodbye drama Nothing says hell has to be fire. Robert Goolrick hell fire There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us. Robert Goolrick grace doe night I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home. Robert Goolrick home trying fiction I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it. And now I will have to be that person forever. Robert Goolrick forever giving men I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible. Robert Goolrick sad pain grief The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that. Robert Goolrick bitter sweet
