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“Paradox of marriage: you can never know someone entirely; you do know someone entirely.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“Great swaths of her life were white space to her husband. What she did not tell him balanced neatly with what she did. Still, there are untruths made of words and untruths made of silences, and Mathilde had only ever lied to Lotto in what she never said.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“Please. Marriage is made of lies. Kind ones, mostly. Omissions. If you give voice to the things you think every day about your spouse, you’d crush them to paste. She never lied. Just never said.”
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“Because it’s true: more than the highlights, the bright events, it was in the small and the daily where she’d found life.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“Women in narratives were always defined by their relations.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“They had been married for seventeen years; she lived in the deepest room in his heart. And sometimes that meant that wife occurred to him before Mathilde, helpmeet before herself. Abstraction of her before the visceral being. But not now. When she came across the veranda, he saw Mathilde all of a sudden. The dark whip at the center of her. How, so gently, she flicked it and kept him spinning.”
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“It occurred to her then that life was conical in shape, the past broadening beyond the sharp point of the lived moment. The more life you had, the more the base expanded, so that the wounds and treasons that were nearly imperceptible when they happened stretched like tiny dots on a balloon slowly blown up. A speck on the slender child grows into a gross deformity in the adult, inescapable, ragged at the edges.”
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“Storytelling is a landscape, and tragedy is comedy is drama. It simply depends on how you frame what you’re seeing.”
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“[Grief is for the strong, who use it as fuel for burning.]”
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“Or this: every day they woke in the same place, her husband waking her up with a cup of coffee, the cream still swirling into the black. Almost unremarked upon, this kindness. He would kiss her on the crown of her head before leaving, and she’d feel something in her rising through her body to meet him. These silent intimacies made their marriage, not the ceremonies or parties or opening nights or occasions or spectacular fucks.”
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“[Grief is pain internalized, abscess of the soul. Anger is pain as energy, sudden explosion.]”
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“Somehow, despite her politics and smarts, she had become a wife, and wives, as we all know, are invisible. The midnight elves of marriage.”
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“She said nothing, eloquently.”
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“Even then, she knew that there is no such thing as sure. There is no absolute anything. The gods love to fuck with us.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“She would spend all weekend alone in the bathtub with a book and a bottle of wine. She could be happy growing old, moving among people when she wanted, but alone.”
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“Dogs, being wordless, can only be mirrors of their humans. It’s not their fault that their people are fatally flawed.”
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“The world was precarious, Lotto had learned. People could be subtracted from it with swift bad math. If one might die at any moment, one must live!”
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“She shouldn't have. She knew it. But her love for him was new, and her love for herself was old, and she was all she'd had for so very, very long.”
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“Happiness feeds but doesn’t nourish.”
Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
“Hurricanes of entitlement, all swirl and noise and destruction, nothing at their centers.”
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“Home, she thought, looking at him.”
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“It comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true grief.”
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“[The noble feel the same strong feelings as the rest of us; the difference is in how they choose to act.]”
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“Oh. That’s because I’ve stopped smiling,” Mathilde said. “For so many years, I never let anyone see me without smiling. I don’t know why I didn’t stop earlier. It’s enormously relaxing.”
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“WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself.”
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“Your words have more weight than most people’s. You swing them wildly and you can hurt a lot of people,”
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“Let me be the wave. And if I cannot be the wave, let me be the rupture at the bottom. Let me be that terrible first rift in the dark.]”
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“Boys belong to their mothers. Cord cut decades ago, but they’ll always share the warm, dark swim.”
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“The word spinster hid behind it a blazing freedom; and how hadn’t Mathilde seen this before?”
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“Her hands warming on tea looked like chunks of knitting a child had felted in grubby palms. Enough decades, and a body slowly twists into one great cramp, but there was a time once, where she had been sexy, and if not sexy, at least odd-looking enough to compel.
Through this clear window she could see how good it all had been. She had no regrets.
That's not true, Mathilde. The whisper in the ear. Oh, Christ, yes, there was one. Solitary, gleaming, a regret. It was that all her life she had said no. From the beginning she had let so few people in.
That first night, his young face glowing up a hers in the black light, bodies beating the air around them, and inside there was that unexpected sharp recognition, oh, this. A sudden peace arriving for her. She who hadn't been at peace since she was so little. Out of nowhere, out of this surprising night with its shatters of lightning and the stormy black campus outside, with the heat and song and sex and animal fear inside.
He had seen her and made the leap and swung through the crowd and taken her hand, this bright boy who was giving her a place to rest. He offered not only his whole laughing self, the past that build him and the warm beating body that moved her with its beauty and the future she felt compressed and waiting, but also the torch he carried before him in the dark, his understanding, dazzling, instant, that there was goodness at her core.
With the gift came the bitter seed of regret, the unbridgeable gap between the Mathilde she was and the Mathilde he had seen her to be. A question, in the end, of vision.
She wished she'd been the kind Mathilde, the good one, his idea of her. She would have looked smiling down at him, she would've heard beyond marry me to the world that spun behind the words. There would have been no pause, no hesitation. She would've laughed, touched his face for the first time, felt his warmth in the palm of her hand.
'Yes,' she would've said. 'Sure.”
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