Always Happy Hour Quotes

“But all of this would come later and take time, and perhaps it would take me longer than it would take other people but there were some who never left home, who never went anywhere at all.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“My boyfriend said he liked natural women, but it wasn’t really what he liked—it was only what he wanted to like. Perhaps it made him seem like a nicer guy to himself. We”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“Once you leave a place like that, so long as it isn’t your hometown, you know you won’t ever have to see any of those people again.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“You are adopted, I tell her. I have saved you from the cruel, indifferent world but there is always a cost. Nothing in this life is free.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“The thing I hate most is how I can never recall what she’s said that upset me so much. I try explaining it to people and I’m the one who sounds like an asshole. The”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“in real life you held onto things as hard as you could because you knew how difficult they were to replace.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“We didn’t say I love you and I wondered if we ever would; every day we didn’t say it seemed like one more reason we should never say it.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“She didn’t want me to have the things she wasn’t going to use; she would rather throw them away.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“Eventually I wouldn’t need to construct any persona at all. I would just be old. She”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“What would we say after a while? I couldn’t imagine any scenario in which we might be happy. I guessed the one thing I couldn’t understand about life was why no one seemed to be with the person they loved most in the world. Shelly”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“I’d begun to notice small things: I didn’t strike up conversations with strangers as easily or smile at them; I didn’t ask for things as readily at restaurants and many of the tables felt too exposed. I was beginning to be afraid again. .”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“It makes me want a sassy beautiful little girl who will be a cheerleader and Homecoming Queen and Sigma Chi Sweetheart, all of the things I rejected outright because they weren’t options.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“She wonders how he can stand it, her constant need to touch him, to be near him.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“She wishes she never had to go outside, never had to wear anything besides a tank top and panties. Darcie”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“You stuff the fries into your mouth one at a time without swallowing until your mouth is full of potato and think of all the times you’ve tried to lose the weight—how you would get on the scale to find you’d lost a few pounds and then, pleased with yourself, eat your way back up to where you started. .”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“My counselor says I have low self-esteem,” I say, perhaps as a way of evening things out. “I’m sorry,” she says. She seems really sorry, like this is terrible news. “I think I’m going to stop seeing her—I spend most of my time thinking about her life. And there’s nothing really wrong with my life. My life is perfectly fine.” Aggie”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“which is confusing—how thinking about a thing can be better than the thing. We”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“I’ll never have a baby with him but I like the idea of it, having a small version of him that I could control, who would listen to me and obey me and tell me every thought that popped into his head.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“I think about the things he does for me—how he insists on paying and pulls out chairs, how he walks on the outside of the street when there’s no sidewalk so he’ll be the one that gets hit, and wonder why these things don’t matter more—they are actual things, whereas the other is just a group of words I’ve said to a bunch of people who are no longer around, people I don’t even think about. On”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“and then she goes into a story about how she saw an owl for the first time in her life, how it turned its whole neck around to look at her.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“I’m upset about it, but mostly I want someone to be upset for me. It’s tragic—a tragedy.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“For every man who commits suicide, there must be a dozen women who convince themselves that they were the only one with the power to save him and they failed. In”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“There is nothing more disgusting, really, than people enjoying themselves so thoroughly when you’re miserable. I”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“He is blond and tall, which is my type, but he’s also Baptist and clean-cut and gets along well with everyone, which is not. The”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“Only when he reads it to her is she able to translate the words into images and the images into meaning.”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“She likes to read about lottery winners, how desperately they go about losing everything so they can get back to the state at which they are familiar. She”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“She drives to work thinking about the things she knows that have hurt him: his cousin’s death, broken bones, the time he swallowed a bunch of pills and drank too much vodka because he was young and overseas. She thinks about the things that have hurt her and then she thinks about beauty and how little of it she sees in even beautiful things. She wonders if people who’ve been hurt more see more beauty. She wonders how a few strung-together words can seem so meaningful when she doesn’t believe them at all. At”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories

“Already, she misses her apartment with all of her books, and her balcony where she can smoke without the old ladies watching her, the cats gazing at her from their perch. She”
― Mary Miller, Always Happy Hour: Stories