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Jeffrey Eugenides Quotes

Jeffrey Eugenides quotes about lost

American Novelist, Writer April 13, 1960

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Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed. Jeffrey Eugenides
What was interesting about being the needy one was how much in love you felt...He'd lost the ability to be an asshole. Now he was smitten, and it felt both tremendous and scary. Jeffrey Eugenides
Jeffrey Eugenides quote: "The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us."
The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us. Jeffrey Eugenides
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it. Jeffrey Eugenides
Jeffrey Eugenides quote: "There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the..."
There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home. Jeffrey Eugenides
We lost them in the vastness of their dresses and found them again, squeezed the pulp of their bodies and inhaled the perfume of their exertion. A few of us grew brave enough to insert our legs between theirs and to press our agony against them. Jeffrey Eugenides

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