Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving.
Elizabeth McCrackenTag: grief
I told him that I apologised, that I understood, but really: I am not a museum, not yet, I'm a love letter, a love letter.
Elizabeth McCrackenAunt Helen Beck had many intentions about her death. She was about being dead the way some people are about being British - she wasn't, and it seemed she would never be, but it was clearly something she aspired to, since all the people she respected were.
Elizabeth McCrackenMy father was right: you could make anybody amazing just by insisting they were.
Elizabeth McCrackenThe idea of a library full of books, the books full of knowledge, fills me with fear and love and courage and endless wonder.
Elizabeth McCrackenOrdinary-size people, they don't know: their lives have been rehearsed and rehearsed by every single person who ever lived before them, inventions and improvements and unimportant notions each generation, each year. In 600BC somebody did something that makes your life easier today; in 1217, 1892.
Elizabeth McCrackenMy memories are not books. They are only stories that I have been over so many times in my head that I don't know from one day to the next what's remembered and what's made up. Like when you memorize a poem, and for one small unimportant part you supply your own words. The meaning's the same, the meter's identical. When you read the actual version you can never get it into your head that it's right and you're wrong.
Elizabeth McCrackenTag: memories
Despite popular theories, I believe people fall in love based not on good looks or fate but on knowledge. Either they are amazed by something a beloved knows that they themselves do not know; or they discover a common rare knowledge; or they can supply knowledge to someone who's lacking. Hasn't everyone found a strange ignorance in someone beguiling? . . .Nowadays, trendy librarians, wanting to be important, say, Knowledge is power. I know better. Knowledge is love.
Elizabeth McCrackenTag: knowledge
But you cannot fly away from people who have flown away from you; you cannot fly into your own arms.
Elizabeth McCrackenOther people's happiness is always a fascinating bore. It sucks the oxygen out of the room; you're left gasping, greedy, amazed by a deficit in yourself you hadn't ever noticed.
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