Quotes by Sara Gruen

Sara Gruen

… a gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds. They’re spidery and frail, their hair as fine as mist. Most of them are a good decade younger than me, and this astounds me. Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.–There are five of them now, white headed old things huddled together and pointing crooked fingers at the glass.

Children

Glasses

Hair

…if you expect people to try to do things your way, you’re going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.

Giving

People

Trying

…poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

Breasts

Jello

Red

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

Hands

Together

Years

Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk…She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she’d finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn’t learned to cope at all.

Grief

Lying

Pain

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

Age

Cancer

Elephants

All right. Let’s give you something to tell your grandkids about. Or great-grandkids. Or great-great-grandkids.” I snort with glee, delirious with excitement. Charlie winks and pours me another finger’s worth of whiskey. Then, on second thought, he tips the bottle again. I reach out and grab its neck. “Better not,” I say. “Don’t want to get tipsy and break a hip.

Bottles

Giving

Glee

Although there are times I’d give anything to have her back, I’m glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn’t have wanted her to go through that.

Elephants

Firsts

Giving

Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

Noticing

Pretending

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.

Perfect

Stories

Writing

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Quotes by Sara Gruen

Sara Gruen

…if you expect people to try to do things your way, you’re going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.

…poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

Although there are times I’d give anything to have her back, I’m glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn’t have wanted her to go through that.

Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.

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