Ongoingness Quotes

“Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us — by taking everything.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“It was a failure of my imagination that made me keep leaving people. All I could see in the world were beginnings and endings: moments to survive, record, and, once recorded, safely forget. I knew I was getting somewhere when I began losing interest in the beginnings and the ends of things. Short tragic love stories that had once interested me no longer did. What interested me was the kind of love to which the person dedicates herself for so long, she no longer remembers quite how it began.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments—an inability to accept life as ongoing.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Living in a dream of the future is considered a character flaw. Living in the past, bathed in nostalgia, is also considered a character flaw. Living in the present moment is hailed as spiritually admirable, but truly ignoring the lessons of history or failing to plan for tomorrow are considered character flaws ... I wanted to know how to inhabit time in a way that wasn't a character flaw.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“When I was twenty-three I began seeing a psychotherapist because I couldn’t bear the idea that, after the end of an affair, all our shared memories might be expunged from the mind of the other, that they might no longer exist outside my own belief they’d happened. I couldn’t accept the possibility of being the only one who would remember everything about those moments as carefully as I tried to remember them. My life, which exists mostly in the memories of the people I’ve known, is deteriorating at the rate of physiological decay. A color, a sensation, the way someone said a single word—soon it will all be gone. In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Today was very full, but the problem isn't today. It's tomorrow. I'd be able to recover from today if it weren't for tomorrow. There should be extra days, buffer days, between real days.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“And then I think I don't need to write anything down ever again. Nothing's gone, not really. Everything that's ever happened has left its little wound.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“My students still don't know what they will never be. Their hope is so bright I can almost see it.

I used to value the truth of whether this student or that one would achieve the desired thing. I don't value that truth anymore as much as I value their untested hope. I don't care that one in two hundred of them will ever become what they feel they must become. I care only that I am able to witness their faith in what's coming next.

I no longer believe in anything other than the middle, but my students still believe in beginnings. Ask them, and they will tell you that everything is about to start in just a moment, just one more moment.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death. ♦”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“When I’m back with my own memories I drink a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. It helps soften their pressure, but the effect fades. Then I think I should practice grace for what I’ve been given to remember, but whatever I do, I can’t seem to forget what I want to forget. And then I think I don’t need to write anything down ever again. Nothing’s gone, not really. Everything that’s ever happened has left its little wound. ♦”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I used to be twenty. Then I was twenty-one, twenty-two, and so on. And then I became a mother and could no longer even distinguish the difference between twenty-one and twenty-two or the difference between thirty-eight and thirty-nine.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I wanted to remember what I could bear to remember and convince myself it was all there was.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“The memory and maybe the fact of every kiss start disappearing the moment the two mouths part.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I knew I couldn't replicate my whole life in language.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“The trouble was that I failed to record so much , I wrote, but how could I have believed that if I tried hard enough, I could remember everything?”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I reread my favorite books to make sure they're still perfect, but rereading them wears away at their perfection.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Maybe the trouble is that the shape of life is elastic, that it can feel and be full at variable levels of fullness. Or maybe we’re poor judges of our own lives’ fullness. Or maybe the concepts of emptiness and fullness are poor metaphors for happiness, if in fact happiness is what we’re talking about. ♦”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“How, then, can I survive forgetting so much? Then I came to understand that the forgotten moments are the price of continued participation in life, a force indifferent to time. ♦”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I tried to record each moment, but time isn’t made of moments; it contains moments. There is more to it than moments.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“All I could see in the world were beginnings and endings: moments to survive, record, and, once recorded, safely forget. I knew I was getting somewhere when I began losing interest in the beginnings and the ends of things.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Today was very full, but the problem isn’t today. It’s tomorrow. I’d be able to recover from today if it weren’t for tomorrow. There should be extra days, buffer days, between the real days.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Another friend said, I want to write sentences that seem as if no one wrote them. The goal being the creation of a pure delivery system, without the distraction of a style. The goal being a form no one notices, the creation of what seems like pure feeling, not of what seems like a vehicle for a feeling. Language as pure experience, pure memory. I too wanted to achieve that impossible effect.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“One of the great solaces of my life is that I no longer need to wonder whether I’ll have children.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“I knew I was grown up when I spent time with them and felt not just the weight of my old memories but the weight of theirs, from when they were children.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“the wild velocity of motherhood, an enforced momentum forbidding contemplation.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“Trapped in a party conversation with two young people, I wanted to wait with them in the smoky hallway for fifteen years so I could hear what they'd say when they were forty.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“The best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know. No more time, no more potential. The privilege of ruling things out. Finishing. Knowing I’m finished. And knowing time will go on without me. Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity. ♦”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary

“For just a moment, with great effort, I could imagine my will as a force that would not disappear but redistribute when I died, and that all life contained the same force, and that I needn’t worry about my impending death because the great responsibility of my life was to contain the force for a while and then relinquish it.”
― Sarah Manguso, Ongoingness: The End of a Diary