Marisa Crane

The thing is, she’s got heart, a colossal, mesmerizing one. She gives me a green flash love, the type you are rarely lucky enough to see but when you do, your entire sky is changed forever.

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

What I mean is you make the world less ugly just by living in it.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned… a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

If all the economists were laid end to end, they would not reach a conclusion.

Women tell men things that they are not likely to find out for themselves.

Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life’s cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession.

The trouble with you Chicago people is that you think you are the best people down here, whereas you are merely the most numerous.

A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.

For most men, and most circumstances, pleasure –tangible material prosperity in this world -is the safest test of virtue. Progress has ever been through the pleasures rather than through the extreme sharp virtues, and the most virtuous have leaned to excess rather than to asceticism.

I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

The laws of each are convertible into the laws of any other.

Out of intense complexities intense simplicities emerge.

Those who attain to any excellence commonly spend life in some single pursuit, for excellence is not often gained upon easier terms.

By indignities men come to dignities.

Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.

As Puppets are to Men, and Babies to Children, so is Man’s Workmanship to God’s: We are the Picture, he the Reality.