Perfect Quotes

“Maybe the clever people are not the ones who think they’re clever. Maybe the clever people are the ones who accept that they know nothing.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Besides, the big things in life do not present themselves as such. They come in the quiet, ordinary moments-- a phone call, a letter-- they come when we are not looking, without clues, without warning, and that is why they floor us. And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“That's what nobody realizes. Two seconds are huge. It's the difference between something happening and something not happening. You could take one step too many and fall over the edge of a cliff. It's very dangerous.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“No one knows how to be normal, Jim. We’re all just trying our best. Sometimes we don’t have to think about it and other times it’s like running after a bus that’s already halfway down the street.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Mrs. Sussex said Byron’s loss would grow more bearable. But here was the nub: he didn’t want to lose his loss. Loss was all he had left of his mother. If time healed the gap, it would be as if she’d never been there.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“It was the same with time, he thought, and also sorrow. They were both waiting to catch you. And no matter how much you shook your arms at them and hollered, they knew they were bigger. They knew they would get you in the end.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“He doesn’t know if the words they are using actually mean the things they purport to mean or whether the words have taken on a new significance. They are talking about nothing, after all. And yet these words, these nothings, are all they have, and he wishes there were whole dictionaries of them.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Sometimes it is easier, he thinks, to live out the mistakes we have made than to summon the energy and imagination required to repair them.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Paula says that the problem is that people like Jim are too good. And he knows that the problem is not them. The problem is that people need other people (like Eileen) to be too bad.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Maybe it was as simple as believing things were what you wanted them to be? Maybe that was all it took? If there was anything Byron had learned that summer, it was that a thing was capable of being not one but many different things, and some of them contradictory. Not everything had a label. Or if it did, you had to be prepared to re-examine that label from time to time and paste another alongside it. The truth could be true, but not in a definite way. It could be more or less true; and maybe that was the best a human being could hope for.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Who’s to say time is real just because we have clocks for measuring it? Who knows if everything is going forward at the same rate? Maybe everything is going backwards or sideways.
Or we could take matters into our own hands. We could move the clocks. We could make them what we want.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“No one knows how to be normal ... We're all just trying our best.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“but it is these, he realizes, these smallnesses, that make up the big things. Besides, the big things in life do not present themselves as such. They come in the quiet, ordinary moments—a phone call, a letter—they come when we are not looking, without clues, without warning, and that is why they floor us. And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“I actually hate Christmas," says Eileen. "Everybody has this idea you have to have a good time, like happiness comes in a ruddy packet." Her face is flushed with heat. "One time, I stayed in bed all day. That was one of my best Christmases.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Time was what held the world together. It kept life as it should be.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“October passed. Leaves that his mother had once looked at loosened from the trees and twisted through the air, gathering in a slippery carpet at Byron’s feet.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“A flock of gulls flew east, rising and falling, as if they might clean the sky with their wings.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Every morning there were silver snail trails crisscrossing the hall. There were cobwebs like soft clouds and pepperings of mold at the windowsills. The moor was coming inside.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“You have to think bigger than what you know,” James”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“(He) feels (his) words reach him. They slide beneath his orange uniform and touch his bones.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“We don’t know what to do with sadness. That’s the problem. We want to put it out of the way and we can’t.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“The fact is that something has changed. It isn’t that he has become more likable or any less strange, but the accident has accentuated the fragility of things. If this could happen to Jim, it could happen to any one of them. Consequently the café staff have decided that Jim’s strangeness is a part of themselves, and they must protect it.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“the car stops with a jolt and then passes smoothly out of the frosted car park.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“She has tied the laces into bows like flower petals.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“She offered a series of frantic waves, like polishing an invisible window. In return, the women gave tight smiles that appeared to stick to their mouths and hurt.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“A flock of seagulls rise and swoop above the black profile of the moor,”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“the narrow hallway is so dark Jim has to feel his way with his hands as he follows her.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“Wind chimes hang from the low black branches”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect

“The curb is packed with cars and vans.”
― Rachel Joyce, Perfect