Baggage Quotes

“Sometimes all it takes to see things the proper way, is for someone else to see them wrong.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Ronnie fixated on details, he chewed on them the way he chewed on his gluten-free bagels and vegan Nori wraps. He hungered for them and Anna decided to let him starve. February”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“He loved her and she loved him but it seemed neither of them had the tools or the inclination to examine these odd edges.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Love trumped distrust. Isn’t that what everyone is supposed to know? And”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“To be away, to be in the blue, off the land, away from the crowded houses and across the blue water to the blue mountains to see the blue sky. So much space. So much motion.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“I almost snort at that. He hated substance abuse and wanted to go out with me? That would have been interesting.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“where students and faculty agree to treat higher education like the revered institution it is, not like a sleep-away camp.” This”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“I’m not here to hand them a diploma for showing up. This is an institution of higher education. Knowledge is something you work for. I don’t hand out trophies for participation”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Warrants and investigations and interrogations are all fingers that make up the fist that they can use with any level of strength justice deems fitting.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“some things can’t be solved. Some things just have to be endured.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“That’s what death does. It rips someone out of the stream of your life, the life you’re living with varying levels of success and selfishness, and holds that raw absence against you like a measuring stick. Were you kind to them? Did you make their life better? Did you ever think of them, put them first, go out of your way to love them a little more? Did you only think of yourself? Are you sure? Or do you hear the echoes of every less-than-kind thing you ever said, every gentle encouragement you ever withheld out of pettiness, fatigue, or apathy? Too late now. Test over. And unless you’re a psychopath or a saint, you probably failed. You earn a G for guilt. “Are”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Here we go, step two of the Great Grief Showcase: I Knew Him Better Than You. Whoever is being carted off to the morgue is now becoming best friends with dozens of people who wouldn’t have lent them cab fare a week ago.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Ah, a word-for-word repeat. A script. Yet another in a long list of reasons to be glad nobody I love is dead at that scene. If someone were murdered, and that murderer is in this building, and this cop is responsible for collecting the evidence to capture said murderer, Justice can go ahead and take a spa day. It won’t be called to duty any time soon. Meredith”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Every drop of wine would have tasted like tears and loneliness, and I’ve had enough of that. It’s”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“They loved each other but sometimes that love felt like mutually assured destruction.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“poets are nuts. You know that. They are crazier than a bag of bees; it’s been scientifically proven.” “Thanks”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“S’nothing,” she says as she heads out the door. I wonder if she understands the depth of her talent.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“When trouble rolls in, nothing escalates the pain like help that won’t come.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“It’s been said that artists thrive at the intersection of narcissism and self-loathing.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“She gives me a look I know so very well, the look of an artist talking to a civilian. It’s one of the reasons I’m so valued at my job. I supply what other artists and art professors cannot—a complete absence of experience in the act of creation. I offer tiny moments of superiority to people otherwise battered by doubt, the chance to believe in the depths of their soul.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“I don’t have the heart to tell him I’ve already read this book and disagreed with most of it. “It’s going right on my to-be-read list.” “I hope it doesn’t disappoint.” I’m not in the mood for this anymore. I never was, but I’m especially out of patience now. First of all, it’s Tuesday. Tuesdays are hard enough. I soothe frazzled and nervous students. I don’t feel like spending my lunch hour shoring up a grown man. And today? Today I have no care to spare.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“He leads with his brain and plays down his looks and he acts like he would do the same with any woman he desired—he would choose her for her mind.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“the only things I wore on my face were moisturizer and sarcasm.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage

“Here we go, step two of the Great Grief Showcase: I Knew Him Better Than You. Whoever is being carted off to the morgue is now becoming best friends with dozens of people who wouldn’t have lent them cab fare a week ago. Upon hearing the victim’s name, Lyle and his kind will suddenly remember months, years, decades they had spent bonding and growing with the deceased, cherishing them and sharing intimacies. Not because they actually give a shit about them but because that intimacy will bump them up higher on the grieving pecking order. Their tears will hurt more, their lives will matter more because a bigger hole has been torn into it by this untimely, tragic death.”
― S.G. Redling, Baggage