Infinite Home Quotes

“In the first months without him, Edith had marveled at how many different types of quiet there could be. What had been so different about the levels of noise with him sitting in the chair, reading for hours in his drugstore glasses? Why did every shower, now, feel like such an exercise in fallacy, preparation for an event never coming, though this had always been a lone ritual?”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“It made him feel that waiting meant more than how it felt in the moment, that little seconds often combined and became something of weight and worth.”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“Aging gracefully” was a model much talked about, though Edith doubted anyone ever felt elegant or nimble amid the nearly inescapable fatigue, the persistent mutations of once-simple tasks and the shame thereafter.”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“Are you mad because in the morning he doesn't ask you what your dreams are like or tell you about his? Dose he forget to call at lunch? Dose he talk over the ends of your sentences? Dose he not take you to the zoo enough?”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“He looked out at the modest oval of sky and considered Edith, who’d been so kind in the months after the stroke, who had brought him meals without any mawkish sympathy and hadn’t stared while he taught himself how to use his body in a different way. Later, she had taken grocery bags from his unsteady grip without discussion while he unlocked the front door or checked his mail, and when he blushed had told him, “Thomas, helping you with what you need isn’t embarrassing for me, so it shouldn’t be embarrassing for you.”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“No man has ever died beside a sleeping dog.”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“No man has ever died beside a sleeping dog. —JOY WILLIAMS”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“Just running. A pointless pastime I have bought into for reasons unknown to me.”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home

“In the first months without him, Edith had marveled at how many different types of quiet there could be. What had been so different about the levels of noise with him sitting in the chair, reading for hours in his drugstore glasses? Why did every shower, now, feel like such an exercise in fallacy, preparation for an event never coming, though this had always been a lone ritual?”
― Kathleen Alcott, Infinite Home