Anyway, there's something wrong with everybody and it's up to you to know what you can handle. Annie Proulx More Quotes by Annie Proulx More Quotes From Annie Proulx I rarely use the internet for research, as I find the process cumbersome and detestable. The information gained is often untrustworthy and couched in execrable prose. It is unpleasant to sit in front of a twitching screen suffering assault by virus, power outage, sluggish searches, system crashes and the lack of direct human discourse. Annie Proulx atmosphere hustle suffering And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. Annie Proulx misery pain may It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone. Annie Proulx nephew losing-someone years Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought clam and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one? Annie Proulx eye heart sweet Ordinary parties, he thought, were subtle games of sexual and social badminton. Annie Proulx party games ordinary All the travelin I ever done is going around the coffeepot looking for the handle. Annie Proulx handle done I didn't have a chance to buy you anything," she said, then held both closed hands toward him. Uncurled her fingers. In each cupped palm a brown egg. He took them. They were cold. He thought it a tender, wonderful thing to do. She had given him something, the eggs, after all, only a symbol, but they had come from her hands as a gift. To him. It didn't matter that he'd bought them himself at the supermarket the day before. He imagined she understood him, that she had to love him to know that it was the outstreched hands, the giving, that mattered. Annie Proulx eggs giving hands No wonder, he thought, that the panhandle people were a godly lot, for they lived in sudden, violent atmospheres. Weather kept them humble. Annie Proulx cowboy godly humble For if Jack Buggit could escape from the pickle jar, if a bird with a broken neck could fly away, what else might be possible? Water may be older than light, diamonds crack in hot goat's blood, mountaintops give off cold fire, forests appear in mid-ocean, it may happen that a crab is caught with the shadow of a hand on its back, and that the wind be imprisoned in a bit of knotted string. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery. Annie Proulx pain ocean fire If you can't fix it, you have to stand it. Annie Proulx ifs Wonderful ... I was up all night reading it, laughing and crying out in horror. Annie Proulx reading laughing night If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal. Annie Proulx wind men believe I would rather be dead than not read Annie Proulx ...all them things I don't know could get you killed if I come to know them Annie Proulx brokeback-mountain ifs knows But the only rhyme he could summon for 'out' was 'sauerkraut,' which lacked poetic glory. He let it go. The right line would come in time. That was the thing about poetry. It crept up through the draws and coulees of the brain. Annie Proulx let-it-go brain writing He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands. Annie Proulx real sweet memories and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off. Annie Proulx distance opposites hands A spinning coin, still balanced on its rim, may fall in either direction. Annie Proulx coins may fall There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it. Annie Proulx brokeback-mountain space believe If life was an arc of light that began in darkness, ended in darkness, the first part of his life had happened in ordinary glare. Here it was as though he had found a polarized lens that deepened and intensified all seen through it. Annie Proulx light darkness ordinary
