There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done. Alice Munro More Quotes by Alice Munro More Quotes From Alice Munro Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later. Alice Munro moments kindness peace In dreams you can have the feeling that you've had this dream before, that you have this dream over and over again, and you know that it's really nothing that simple. You know that there's a whole underground system that you call 'dreams,' having nothing better to call them, and that this system is not like roads or tunnels but more like a live body network, all coiling and stretching, unpredictable but finally familiar - where you are now, where you've always been. Alice Munro tunnels simple dream I want my stories to move people ... to feel some kind of reward from the writing. Alice Munro writing people moving You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never. Alice Munro changed answers thinking It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading. The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust. Alice Munro dust reading book For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief. Alice Munro relief makeup forgiving Things have changed, ofcourse. There are counsellors at the ready. Kindness and understanding. Life is harder for some, we're told. Not their fault, even if the blows are purely imgainery. Felt just as keenly by the recipient, or the non recipient, as the case may be. But good use can be made of everything, if you are willing. Alice Munro understanding blow kindness People have thoughts they’d sooner not have. It happens in life. Alice Munro happens people people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one Alice Munro miracle believe people I would have a flick of fear, as in a dream when you find yourself in the wrong building or have forgotten the time for the exam and understand that this is only the tip of some shadowy cataclysm or lifelong mistake. Alice Munro finding-yourself dream mistake It must have meant something, though, that at this turn of my life I grabbed up a book. Because it was in books that I would find, for the next few years, my lovers. They were men, not boys. They were self-possessed and sardonic, with a ferocious streak in them, reserves of gloom. Alice Munro men boys book Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing. Alice Munro broken-heart lovers people What she felt was a lighthearted sort of compassion, almost like laughter. A swish of tender hilarity, getting the better of all her sores and hollows, for the time given. Alice Munro hilarity laughter compassion Children of course are monstrously conventional, repelled at once by whatever is off-center, out of whack, unmanageable. And being an only child I had been coddled a good deal (also scolded). I was awkward, precocious, timid, full of my private rituals and aversions. Alice Munro only-child awkward children Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness. Alice Munro patterns sides pot There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever. Alice Munro mind forever people And did I not think then, What nonsense it is to suppose one man so different from another when all that life really boils down to is getting a decent cup of coffee and room to stretch out in? Alice Munro coffee men thinking I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same. Alice Munro notion romance attention He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life. Alice Munro sparks wanted This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the sun rises tipping the top trees with light. The sky is clear and shining as a china plate and the water playfully ruffled with wind. Every wisp of fog is gone and the air is full of the resinous smell of the trees. Seabirds are flashing above the sails golden like creatures from Heaven, but the sailors raise a few shots to keep them from the rigging. Alice Munro smell light hair
