“In the morning I walk across the fields in a bright, arid light. When I return I can hear the grand piano being played through the open windows. I stand in the garden and listen. The lucidity of the sound seems more real to me than anything we have left behind us, than home, than the days whose repetition had laid a kind of fetter over my soul. In its solitariness it speaks to my own single nature. It startles me a little, to be spoken to; as though my life, the life of home, were a fake, and the real life was roaming somewhere in the world, fleet-footed, unique, uncapturable, to be glimpsed sometimes through an open window, and then to vanish again.”
Quote by Rachel Cusk
Work
The Last Supper: A Summer in Italy
Browse quotes and source details for this work. more
Author
Rachel Cusk
Rachel Cusk, born in 1967, is a distinguished British novelist. Her works are renowned for their unique narrative style and profound insights into modern life. Cusk's writing spans a range of themes including personal experience, family relationships, and social change, and has garnered widespread acclaim from readers. more
You May Also Like
“Up to that moment, he had lived only in science; he now began to live in his life.”
Source: The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
“Not everyone envies what you own. Don’t mistake sympathy for jealousy.”
Source: Worth the Wait
Source: Guards! Guards!
“People who live with their head in the clouds deserve to hit the ground every once in a while.”
Source: ナミヤ雑貨店の奇蹟
“Summer is the time when it is too hot to do the job that it was too cold to do last winter.”