Or maybe, he thought, returning to the boxes, it was part of being Catholic--you were made to feel guilty about everything Elizabeth Strout More Quotes by Elizabeth Strout More Quotes From Elizabeth Strout It's tremendously hard work. Yes, I love arranging the words and having them fall on the ear the right way and you know you're not quite there and you're redoing it and redoing it and there's a wonderful thrill to it. But it is hard. Elizabeth Strout hard-work writing fall I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love. Elizabeth Strout giving-up hope love You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind. Elizabeth Strout waiting feelings life In case you haven't noticed, people get hard-hearted against the people they hurt. Because they can't stand it. Literally. To think we did that to someone. I did that. So we think of all the reasons why it's okay we did whatever we did. Elizabeth Strout hurt people thinking I would also hope that readers receive a larger understanding, or a different understanding, of what it means to be human, than they might have had before. We suffer from being quick to judge, quick to make excuses for ourselves and others, and I would like the reader to feel that we are all, more or less, in a similar state as we love and disappoint one another, and that we try, most of us, as best we can, and that to fail and succeed is what we do. Elizabeth Strout understanding judging mean I actually see myself in all my characters. In order to imagine what it feels like to be another person I have to use my own experiences and responses to the world. Elizabeth Strout use character order The facts didn't matter. Their stories mattered, and each of their stories belonged to each of them alone. Elizabeth Strout matter stories facts I do reread, kind of obsessively, partly for the surprise of how the same book reads at a different point in life, and partly to have the sense of returning to an old friend. Elizabeth Strout old-friends different book I'm writing for my ideal reader, for somebody who's willing to take the time, who's willing to get lost in a new world, who's willing to do their part. But then I have to do my part and give them a sound and a voice that they believe in enough to keep going. Elizabeth Strout voice writing believe I do write by hand. I just think - I don't know, it's a physical thing for me. It's a bodily thing. It literally has to earn its way through my hand. Elizabeth Strout writing hands thinking The fact of the matter is I always have a really high sense of responsibility to the reader, whether it's a few readers that I get or a lot of readers, which I was lucky enough to get with 'Olive.' I feel responsible to them, to deliver something as truthful and straight as I can. Elizabeth Strout lucky responsibility matter I would hope that my readers feel a sense of awe at the quality of human endurance, at the endurance of love in the face of a variety of difficulties; that the quotidian life is not always easy, and is something worthy of respect. Elizabeth Strout endurance quality faces Traits don't change, states of mind do. Elizabeth Strout dont-change states mind Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. Elizabeth Strout live-life moments people The evenings grew longer; kitchen windows stayed open after dinner and peepers could be heard in the marsh. Isabelle, stepping out to sweep her porch steps, felt absolutely certain that some wonderful change was arriving in her life. The strength of this belief was puzzling; what she was feeling, she decided, was really the presence of God. Elizabeth Strout arriving kitchen feelings I'm so interested in the fact that we really don't know anybody. We think we know the people close to us, but we don't, we really don't. Elizabeth Strout facts people thinking There were days - she could remember this - when Henry would hold her hand as they walked home, middle-aged people, in their prime. Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it. But she had that memory now, of something healthy and pure. Elizabeth Strout live-life home memories The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago. Elizabeth Strout long-ago contentment keys Without a doubt my mother was an inspiration for my writing. This is true in many ways, but mostly because she is a wonderful storyteller, without even knowing it. Elizabeth Strout inspiration mother writing Bullies are just frightened people. Elizabeth Strout frightened bully people
