Nicole Krauss Quotes

These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone tak...

When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite h...

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who p...

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no l...

From then on, I was terrified that I or one of my parents were going to die. My mother worried me th...

I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epit...

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spen...

I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole yea...

HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. The...

The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you cha...

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to...

It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the...

HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN,...

Bird asked what a paleontologist was and Mom said that if he took a complete, illustrated guide to t...

We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we...

When they write my obituary. Tomorrow. Or the next day. It will say, Leo Gursky is survived by an ap...

At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same...

My son's mother, the girl I fell in love with when I was ten, died five years ago. I expect to join ...

She [my mother] was the force around which our world turned. My mother was propelled through the uni...

I had left my anger somewhere long ago. Put it down on a park bench and walked away. And yet. It had...

She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the fi...

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they ...

One day she marched around the side of the house and confronted me. "I've seen you out there every d...

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and h...

The fear of death haunted me for a year. I cried whenever anyone dropped a glass or broke a picture....

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they ...

That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyo...

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.

She’s kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she’s turned...

Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked...

To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice the whole landscape. It might seem like you're limiting yours...

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

Wittgenstein once wrote that when the eye sees something beautiful, the hand wants to draw it. I wis...

Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Family! So sorry, forgive me. I thought I'd met all the mispocheh!

Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or t...

At night the sky is pure astronomy.

Sometimes I get the feeling that we're just a bunch of habits. The gestures we repeat over and over,...

You fall in love, it's intoxicating, an for a little while you feel like you've actually become one ...

When you're young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close-as close ...

It would mark the end of a year that he might look back on as hands, a pivot between two lines. Or n...

When you are young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close -- as cl...

...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?

In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying...

The malpractice for advice-giving is like five times as much as a craniotomy.

The clarity was startling and Samson wondered whether he was imagining these moments. Not that they ...

The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her ...

The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away ...

...after all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?

There were many things they simply didn't talk about: between them, silence was not so much a form o...

Only later did I come to understand that to be a mother is to be an illusion. No matter how vigilant...

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

Because it hardly ends with falling in love. Just the opposite. I don't need to tell you, Your Honor...

She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts...

When at last I came upon the right book, the feeling was violent: it blew open a hole in me that mad...

I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for th...

She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts...

There are moments when a kind of clarity comes over you, and suddenly you can see through walls to a...

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

You’re lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you’ve locked all the doors. Som...

And he isn't crying for her, not for his grandma, he's crying for himself: that he: too, is going to...

I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the sto...

It wasn't always like this. There was a time when I imagined my life could happen in another way. It...

The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.

In the months after the relationship ends, a person can seem to grow at a lightning rate, like in a ...

He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, h...

The singular power of literature lies not in its capacity for accurate representation of mass common...

If I had a camera,' I said, 'I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you look...

But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description,...

. . . I would have let him go one finger at a time, until, without his realizing, he'd be floating w...

To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch ...

He went on for some time while I sat listening in silence because I knew he was right, and like two ...

Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out cl...