Prodigals Quotes

“Finding everlasting love becomes finding somewhat lasting love, becomes finding a reasonable mix of tolerance and lust, becomes finding a sensible social teammate. And of course, with each recalibration you think not that you are trading down or betraying your values but that you are becoming more mature. And maybe you are. Maybe you are doing the best you can. But what is true is that one day you wake up dead.”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals

“Family is no doubt a pier glass for one’s own self-contempt. But for all my regret that this should happen now, for all my frustration and incomprehension, those feelings, I knew, had to be set next to my own meager participation in these lives, the implicit idea that it was enough for me to show up now and again for a few days and assume the unencumbered neutrality that may, in fact, have been no different from my habitual absence.”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals

“The true experience of a space, she said, might only reveal itself over time, months—years—of being in the space and using it. “And it’s emotional too, right. How does this space make me feel?” I said. “Which could have to do with sunlight or shade. How a building frames its views, works with a landscape. Which could simply be the absence of nuisance. So not necessarily things people even notice.”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals

“She was proud enough to prefer suffering to fooling herself, which was only a less dignified”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals

“Finding everlasting love becomes finding somewhat lasting love, becomes finding a reasonable mix of tolerance and lust, becomes finding a sensible social teammate. And of course, with each recalibration you think not that you are trading down or betraying your values but that you are becoming more mature. And maybe you are. Maybe you are doing the best you can. But what is true is that one day you wake up dead.”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals

“I froze, or rather I saw the part of me supposed to feel anger freeze, like a person at the periphery of a black hole, and moving away from that person, floating away to a different vantage, I felt instead a kind of joy, a sense of possibility embodied in the act, written on her face, and ferrying them beyond the jealousies of time.”
― Greg Jackson, Prodigals