A Line Made By Walking Quotes

“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“The old summer's-end melancholy nips at my heels. There's no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“People don't like it when you say real things.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate up to my bedroom. I knew they must have thought me aloof, or a little bit eccentric, or maybe even unkind, but I didn't care. Once the kitchen door swung shut behind me, I was alone, and so everything was okay.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I believe: I am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“The last time I went out at night in the city was almost a year ago. It began with anxiety, then I was pleasantly pissed for a couple of hours, and finally, around the point at which people started taking to the dance floor, I sobered and saddened and the old chant returned: I want to go home.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won't do anything about it. That I will only remain here and wait for death to indulge me.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I don't want to say hello, nor do I want him to know that I've seen him and failed to say hello.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Though I am naturally curious about people, I'm also naturally uneasy when they are right in front of me; when I am right in front of them.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Why must I test myself? Because no one else will, not anymore. Now that I am no longer a student of any kind, I must take responsibility for the furniture inside my head. I must slide new drawers into chests and attach new rollers to armchairs. I must maintain the old highboys and sideboards and whatnots. Polish, patch, dust, buff.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“My mother likes odd numbers and is suspicious of the even ones. She reads a new book every week and is bewitched by black holes in the universe. She describes herself as an optimist but she worries about everything—worries incessantly—worries on behalf of others when she feels they are not worrying adequately for themselves.

And my mother misses her own mother, my grandmother, immensely, who only has a past now; who is only allowed to be as we remember her.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I can't remember the name of the piece, or the artist. Maybe it wasn't even an artwork. Why must I automatically assume that every strange object is a sculpture, that every public display of unorthodox behavior is an act of performance.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“The ability to talk to people: that’s the key to the world. It doesn’t matter whether you are able to articulate your own thoughts and feelings and meanings or not. What matters is being able to make the noises that encourage others to feel comfortable, and the inquiries which present them with the opportunity to articulate their thoughts and feelings and meanings, the particulars of their existences, their passions, preoccupations, beliefs. If you can talk to people in this way, you can go - you can get - anywhere in this world, in life.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“But now I remember, of course, I'm never going to be old.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“It happens so seldom; I must catch and keep this slender yearning, a rare beetle in a jam-jar trap. But mustering will is not the same as wanting. I lie in the garden and think about all the footsteps between my body on the grass and my pencil-case and notebook on the table in the sun room. All the muscles I have to flex and relax to get myself there.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I think: I can read into anything. I think: I can read into nothing at all.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“But no, now I see I never meant to Ben what Ben meant to me. If there was anything I said which resonated in return, he found a better speech elsewhere. My romance went no further than his coat.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“My only chance is to pretend it's a day like any other; to keep the despair only as great as on all the others.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“So it's as if,' I say, 'I'm okay in my own bones, but I know that my bones aren't living up to other people's version of what a life should be, and I feel a little crushed by that, to be honest, a little confused as to how to align the two things: to be an acceptable member of society but to be able to be my own bones both at once.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I've always longed to have a patch of personal wilderness. Of waist-high grass entwined with wildflowers through which I can prance; within which I can lie down and disappear from sight.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“This is what the best of art does: uncovers an unrecoverable view of the world.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“What is it about crying? As if my body believes that squeezing all its salt out might somehow quell the sadness. As if sadness is a parasite which suckles on sodium chloride.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won't. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that nothing will die, or change, or even happen.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“And yet, here I am. Perceiving everything that is wonderful to be proportionately difficult; everything that is possible an elaborate battle to achieve. My happy life was never enough for me. I always considered my time to be more precious than that of other people and almost every routine pursuit—equitable employment, domestic chores, friendship—unworthy of it. Now I see how this rebellion against ordinary happiness is the greatest vanity of them all.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Everything is very nearly over. And so none of the normal rules of behavior apply. And so none of my actions can have consequences.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards them, automatic doors which do not open automatically as I approach.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

“In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.”
― Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking