The Last to See Me Quotes

“Yes, the fat of progress does lead to the thinning of labor. But times are changing. What else can we do but change with them?”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“You think you know your own heart and the heart of the one standing, breathing right beside you. But do you?”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“And then I didn’t cry anymore. There was no point. Weeping - it’s for people who can pump their longing out through their eyes and be done with it. I can’t and couldn’t. I still wanted. I wanted so much. I felt no end to it, how the wanting kept growing, like my own hair. But I stayed where I was. And let the afternoon go by, hot, the sun dragging its claws over the window. At sunset I stood up and saw not the usual fireworks of golden and orange and blood-red streaks in the sky but clouds going purple, dark, like a bruise. Warm warns before storm.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“Loneliness with its sudden cold feeling of deadness in your mouth and all around you, though you still breathe, and another breathes beside you. One moment you think you have a friend you can count on. The next you’re in a world full of sea and sound, but one voice is missing, the one you trusted, and you can’t have it back again.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“It’s only because, Emma Rose, you’re so very fine, and no one else sees it. You’re so pretty, you could put the lights out.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“I love them stupidly and blindly, the way you love a sad tune that was written before you were born but doesn’t feel as though it could have been, the words are so fresh.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“It helps to be trouble. Troublesome. Irish stubborn. A mighty will — that’s the ticket. It takes will not to be what everyone expects you to be. It takes heart not to go where they tell you to go. Especially here, along the rugged north coast, in this place where the tides would as soon see you dragged under as drawing breath.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“Never make peace with the thing that’s trying to kill you.”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“those who have the means to eat whatever they like are always hungry for more, always more, while the truly famished among us sweep the floors and scrub the dishes and leave the village at night to sleep in places where the rooms are smaller, away from the water and the views, in the woods, in simple beds behind doors as thin as paper, the best wood having been cut for somebody else”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“searching—as if kissing were a kind of seeing? Is it love when you see the future stretching out in front of you, endless as the sea? Or when an hour feels as shallow as a thimble?”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

“Patient, I flit down to the cove, the beach. I trail the young couples, the lovers who’ve come out of their honeymoon suites, watching them take off their shoes and drag their feet through the waves, holding hands, picking up shells, happy, as if there’s no shadow underneath us all. I wonder that they can’t see love is a kind of ghost, too: a light that can’t be seen but is real, with just as much chance of being snuffed out. I wonder if the living understand how ghostly love is, truly, how hard it is to put your finger on it. Is love the moment when your eyes fly up the lane and you think, wildly, not of the gift of ribbon he’s bringing you, but of the laughing way he’ll give it? Is it love when your feet move faster and the lane seems suddenly twice as long, is it love when eye meets eye, and mouth meets soft mouth, and mouths suddenly become another set of eyes,”
― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me

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― M. Dressler, The Last to See Me