A Small Indiscretion Quotes

“Denial, as any addict in recovery will tell you, is not defined as knowing something and pretending you don’t; it is failing to see it at all.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“I suppose unrequited love is the hardest kind to shed because it is not really love at all. It is a half-love, and we are forever stomping around trying to get hold of the other half.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“It was so undignified and unnecessary, the way married people behaved. The indiscriminate airing of grievances, the incessant flinging of blame and complaint. Of course, I had no idea back then what a marriage required. How the resentments and oversights and misunderstandings could pile up, sometimes moving ordinary kindness beyond reach. Love piled up, too, if you were lucky, but it seemed to be locked away in a separate compartment, sometimes unreachable when it was needed most.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Perhaps blame is the way the universe organizes itself around tragedy and loss. Without blame, suffering is random, and that kind of randomness leads to madness.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Stories don't like to end when you want them to, do they? Loose ends aren't easy to snip with scissors or tuck inside a hem. They tempt you. They want you to keep pulling until there is nothing left to keep you warm.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“I told him because I wanted what everybody wants—to be known. To know oneself, and to tell the whole story of that self, and to be loved anyway.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Not a day or an hour and sometimes not even a moment in advance did I have any idea what Patrick had in mind for me, or whether he had me in mind at all. This uncertainty lay like a sore under the surface of my skin, erupting again and again, then subsiding, but never healing.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“If, when I looked, I was not perfect, how could I be beautiful? And if I was not beautiful, how could I be loved? I was not the only woman who ran that script.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“All of it was rushing together, making a psychedelic mess of my heart.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“He had a strange way of talking, his head tucked into his neck and his eyes fixed in the empty space beyond, as if something were suspended there, ripe fruit or a glimmer of light, as if he were not quite brave enough, or perhaps too polite, to look a person in the eye.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“It seems to me now that what I wanted when I set off for Europe was not so much adventure as deliverance.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“It was possible to rush forward, looking back, and break your neck.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“We are only flesh and blood. We are only chemicals mixing and circuits firing, sometimes in disarray. We are, every last one of us, plagued by useless want.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“The heart is large, and there is more than one material in the bucket we call love.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“After all, experiencing something is not the same as remembering it. A memory is by its nature a revision.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“They say people who are bipolar see colors differently when in a manic state. What did Emme see when I showed her the photo a few days later?”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“unrequited love is the best kind. But I can tell you with certainty, Robbie, that the other kind of love, the kind I received from your father for more than two decades, is far more necessary.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“we can achieve happiness not by remaking ourselves, but by subverting unhappiness.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Unrequited love is the best kind of all. But I can tell you with certainty, Robbie, that the other kind of love, the kind I received from your father for more than two decades, is far more necessary.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“I suppose that unrequited love is the hardest kind to shed because it is not really love at all. It is a half-love, and we are forever stomping around trying to get ahold of the other half.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“What happens to a marriage? A persistent failure of kindness, triggered at first, at least in my case, by the inequities of raising children, the sacrifices that take a woman by surprise and that she expects to be matched by her mate but that biology ensures cannot be. Anything could set me off. Any innocuous habit or slight or oversight. The way your father left the lights of the house blazing, day and night. The way he could become so distracted at work that sometimes when I called, he’d put me on hold and forget me, only remembering again when I’d hung up and called back. The way he wore his pain so privately, whistling around the house after we’d had a spat, pretending nonchalance, protecting you and your sisters from discord, hiding behind his good nature, inadvertently”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“You can’t rely on memory. You can’t rely on ancient artifacts, either, to tell you a story you can live with. You can rely only on the sculpture of your life you carve out of the available material, the one that stands by while you muddle your way into your future.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Perhaps blame is the way the universe organizes itself around tragedy and loss. Without blame, suffering is random, and that kind of randomness leads to madness”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Confessions. For whose benefit besides one’s own?”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“knew it wasn’t the right kind of love, because it required nothing of me. I did not need to worry about keeping it alive or putting it out since it was kept alive quite independently of anything I might or might not do. He would not be someone who demanded anything of me. He would hold on to whatever pieces I offered him, however flawed they might be. It did not bind me to him—somehow, it freed me.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“fucking parking spot.” The woman hauled herself out of the front seat. Her face wrinkled with the effort and her small, old eyes leaked and blinked in the sun. Your father took a step back. He stood for a moment, shoved his hands in his pockets, and crossed the parking lot toward me, the rage fading and his face becoming again the mask it had been since I’d returned from London and, four days before, made my foolish confession—a mask I no longer had a right to question or remove. We exited the structure and pulled into a handicapped spot in front of the emergency room entrance and ran. I held my sunglasses in my left hand and clutched my purse with my right. I had forgotten my sweater. Your father flung his windbreaker over his shoulder and the zipper stung my cheek, the beginnings of retribution, perhaps, for a past that had long ago laid down the invisible blueprint of our future.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“[we] made love, though it was a stretch to call it that. I was making love, I think; he was taking what I made.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“Standing there, I came face-to-face with the unwelcome finality of death. What can you do with it? It stops you cold when you think of it; it leaves you no out.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“I hoped with every mothering cell in my body. I hoped with every scrap of power and will, every particle of knowing you, the years and years of you, the joy and hurt, the work and pride, the worry and love. I hoped until it hurt. I hoped so hard I felt it finally turn to prayer.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion

“The photo is there in the hatbox, evidence that all the people I love best in the world were once in the same house, at the same time, healthy and whole, celebrating the season together.”
― Jan Ellison, A Small Indiscretion