The Lost Art of Letter Writing Quotes

“I think good love is a balance...between two people who take care of themselves and each other, but who don't expect another person to fulfil them, or blame them when they're feeling unfulfilled.”
― Menna Van Praag, The Lost Art of Letter Writing

“If you talk to someone and they don't listen, if your words fall into the air unheard, you feel invisible, unimportant, alone. And it is much worse than simply being alone. To feel alone while with another person is, I think, the loneliest we'll ever feel.”
― Menna Van Praag, The Lost Art of Letter Writing

“For a few moments Clara remains, reluctant to let go of her only chance of finding her unknown relative. Still, she holds on to the one piece of good news: there was no record of Otto Josef Garritt van Dijk’s death. Which might, just might, mean that he’s still alive. And thus she somehow, if only she can figure out how, still has a chance of finding him”
― Menna van Praag, The Lost Art of Letter Writing

“His letter arrives on a Tuesday morning. Edward sees it as he bumps down the stairs in his tatty tartan slippers, the ones Tilly bought him three Christmases ago and he’s worn every day since. He walks past the mail on the mat and heads towards the kitchen. As he steps onto the cold stone floor, he pulls his dressing gown cord tighter round his waist. The gown is still too big (he lost a lot of weight three years ago) and too feminine (paisley silk in shades of purple) in his humble opinion, but Greer made it for him the summer she died so he’ll wear it until it falls off, which won’t be long now. Tilly has sewn so many patches on the threadbare gown that it’s virtually become a quilt, but Edward ignores his daughter every time she begs him to throw it out. He also ignores the two flannel dressing gowns sitting in the bottom drawer of his wardrobe – still in their plastic wrap – birthday gifts from Tilly, gentle attempts to help her father heal and move on”
― Menna van Praag, The Lost Art of Letter Writing

“architecture to spiritually uplift and thought it was a very bad idea to build functional, uninspired blocks of flats that would depress both their inhabitants and society at large. And,”
― Menna van Praag, The Lost Art of Letter Writing