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“I love you—fiercely, helplessly—but that love terrifies me. Because love is fragile, and you, like all things I cherish, are fleeting. One day, you’ll leave—by choice or by fate—and I’ll be left holding the shape of you in my hands, trying to fill the void you’ve carved into me. I love you—I do—but sometimes love feels like a cruel gift, something too big for my trembling hands to hold. I know you’ll go, whether it’s with a whisper or a storm. And when you leave, you’ll take the best parts of me with you, leaving echoes where laughter used to live and silence where your name once was. How do I love something I know I’ll lose? How do I prepare for a goodbye I never want to say?”

“Mom looked like this might make her cry. And maybe she would. Mom could cry while doing just about anything. She was a champion weeper. I don't know who gives out awards for this kind of thing, but Mom could win awards. I have seen her weep while vacuuming, I have seen her sob while standing in front of the microwave waiting for peas to defrost I have seen her break down in the mailman's arms. She even cried once while eating ice cream...”

“He couldn't bring himself to let the plants die. His own father had sown and raised most of these plants, and suddenly, Billy wanted to understand why. Billy wanted access to his father's brain in a way he never cared about before. 'That's what happens when parents die,' he says. 'All of the sudden, you want an answer to every question you never thought to ask them.”

“I asked Thee to protect him. To look after him. That's all I asked for. But all Thou carest for is the soul. And what I want from him is the body. Naked and warmed by love, simmering with desire, massaging the trembling of my arms and breasts. My transparent body suspended by his. My slender frame supported by and lost in his strength. What am I to do with my lips now when I don't have his mouth to occupy them? What am I to do with my aching lips?”