58 Quotes & Sayings By Catherine Lacey

I found, increasingly, that I did not particularly care and I tried to fake a little kindness, a little sweetness, tried to mirror Luna back at herself, but that exhausted me after a week and I concluded that I was not meant for this sort of thing, friends, friendliness, no, I wasn't meant for it. Catherine Lacey

I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being who I was and it didn't matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing–nobody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will. Catherine Lacey

I hiked up a path and into the woods, thinking about what I should be thinking about and almost having a real feeling–a feeling like, this is really sad, this is a sad place to be, a sad part of my life, maybe just a sad life. The woods were not particularly beautiful. I was not impressed by the trees. Catherine Lacey

I knew that my husband was a song that I had forgotten the words to and I was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love. Catherine Lacey

My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with. Catherine Lacey

I couldn't decide how to feel about what he was saying, whether it was all nonsense or just more evidence that I would never understand this world. Catherine Lacey

Sex seemed like a thing that might only happen to me at random, outside my control, like the weather. Catherine Lacey

Adults are taught to be anxious about not having enough sex while teenagers are shamed for wanting to have it all the time. Catherine Lacey

That's the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day. Catherine Lacey

I tried to pick the burned ones from the bowl but I didn't get many of them because I didn't make much of an effort, and even though I was taking the burned ones out because they weren't edible, I ate them because, at the moment, I thought it would be better if everyone learned to consume their own mistakes. Catherine Lacey

But what had really happened? It was still unclear. Was it possible nothing of any significance had ever happened between us and our ending was just the sad process of realizing this? Catherine Lacey

It was possible she might not have the right feeling after all, that she wasn't in love, wasn't in limerence, but was in some unnamed place alone. Catherine Lacey

She was sure no one had ever been more in love than they were in those weeks, consumed by such longing, wanting to just be alive beside each other. Catherine Lacey

But we always avoided talking about these things–difficult things–and I wondered if that meant we'd be a little uncomfortable with or disappointed by each other for the rest of our lives. Catherine Lacey

The feeling doesn’t always match the loss. Sometimes the bigger ones are easier to take, like ocean waves. Smaller, human losses, the ones that carry a sense of fault, a choice, a wrong turn — they haunt, fuse in you, become impossible to remove. Catherine Lacey

It's disappointing enough to know that the people we love will sometimes lie, but it is almost worse when we remember that strangers do this too, and this is why it is best not to admit our lies to strangers because it is not pleasant to learn that someone will lie even when there is little to nothing at stake. Catherine Lacey

It was grotesque and eerie, too strange of a dream. Catherine Lacey

And he'd said nothing or something that amounted to nothing, and I tongued this memory like a burn in my mouth until the bathwater cooled and shook me back into my body where my fingerprints were ruffled. Catherine Lacey

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to. Catherine Lacey

...no moment cares, and the ones you wish could stretch out like a hammock for you to lie in, well, those moments leave the quickest and take everything good with them, little burglars, those moments, those hours, those days you loved the most. Catherine Lacey

I closed my eyes, tried to get as far away from myself as I could. Catherine Lacey

I had never really stopped thinking of how the smartest person I knew had, after much thought, decided that life was not worth it–that she'd be better off not living–and how was I supposed to live after that? Catherine Lacey

Let me say that whoever invented wanting, whoever came up with desire, whoever had the first one and let us all catch it like a hot-pink plague, I would like to tell that person that it wasn't fair of him or her to unleash such a thing upon the world without leaving us a warranty or at the very least an instruction manual about how to manage, how to live with, how to understand this thing that can happen in a person against her will, by which I mean desire and the need it gnaws in us and the shadow it leaves when it's gone. Catherine Lacey

None of us know how to fix ourselves, at least not entirely, not well enough. Catherine Lacey

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him–we were both unable to get near the real life in life. Catherine Lacey

He would never be that way again. He would never have the power of that specific kind of not-knowing. Catherine Lacey

I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself. Catherine Lacey

Everyone wants to feel like they could destroy a small-to-medium-to-large part of someone who loves them. Catherine Lacey

He believed that all forms of government were spiritually bankrupt, that the only true way to follow Jesus was to be radically self-reliant — off every grid. The energy grid was wasteful and corrupt, and the food grid devalued and destroyed the planet, and the culture at large was full of pain and deceit, and money itself was truly evil, and even the church (or, as he would say, the corporation that calls itself the church) was the most corrupt — contaminated by money and political greed and widespread land ownership. Worst of all, they called themselves holy. Catherine Lacey

I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face–not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt. Catherine Lacey

I wondered for a moment if he was trying to get me to join a cult, but I realized it was just his youth talking, not a dogma. Catherine Lacey

I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story. Catherine Lacey

I was beginning to realize that what I wanted was the noise of people living near me, but not near enough to cause any inaudible noises to show up because I knew that those sorts of noises often shift into inaudible minor chords and I am unable to deal with that shift. Catherine Lacey

Isn’t everyone on the planet or at least everyone on the planet called me stuck between the two impulses of wanting to walk away like it never happened and wanting to be a good person in love, loving, being loved, making sense, just fine? I want to be that person, part of a respectable people, but I also want nothing to do with being people, because to be people is to be breakable, to know that your breaking is coming, any day now and maybe not even any day but this day, this moment, right now a plane could fall out of the sky and crush you or the building you’re in could just crumble and kill you or kill the someone you love– and to love someone is to know that one day you’ll have to watch them break unless you do first and to love someone means you will certainly lose that love to something slow like boredom or festering hate or something fast like a car wreck or a freak accident or flesh-eating bacteria– and who knows where it came from, that flesh-eating bacteria, he was such a nice-looking fellow, it is such a shame– and your wildebeest, everyone’s wildebeest, just wants to get it over with, can’t bear the tension of walking around the world as if we’re always going to be walking around the world, because we’re not, because here comes a cancer, an illness a voice in your head that wants to jump out a window, a person with a gun, a freak accident, a wild wad of flesh-eating bacteria that will start with your face. Catherine Lacey

Someone said once that they'd never heard of a crime they couldn't imagine committing, and I realized then that if I had a daughter and she had a rabbit and that rabbit was alone with me and I was feeling the way I felt right now and I had a way to kill that rabbit and the time to spend killing that rabbit then killing the rabbit was something I could imagine myself possibly doing or at least considering doing or being on the edge of doing. And smearing a husband with the blood wasn't such a far step after that if you had a desire to smear your husband with blood and smearing someone with blood was something I could imagine a situation calling for because there were at least a few people in this world that I wouldn't not like to see smeared with blood–one person being Werner for fucking my plans, for sending me back out into a life with my wildebeest, to figure out a way to live here and I didn't want to do that and I didn't know how to do that and I wasn't sure how I was going to do that– . Catherine Lacey

Every few minutes or so I would remember the look from the man who had wanted fifty cents, and I'd look at that framed memory hanging in myself and it meant I was here, back in this sick city, but in other ways I was not here at all and anyone who looked closely could see that I had nothing to give, that I was a junk drawer, a collection of things that may or may not have had a use. Catherine Lacey

All your problems and all the answers to those problems exist in the boundaries of your body. Catherine Lacey

I needed nothing and was needed nowhere. I almost doubted I was alive. Catherine Lacey

Though I knew I had the potential to do this locked in me like a poisonous pet snake, I knew I didn't have the part of a person you must have to turn that potential kinetic, to be the kind of person who can let their awful plow. Catherine Lacey

Moments never stay, whether or not you ask them, they do not care, no moment cares, and the ones you wish could stretch out like a hammock for you to lie in, well, those moments leave the quickest and take everything good with them, little burglars, those moments, those hours, those days you loved the most. Catherine Lacey

And who is to say that loving a person isn’t just loving the idea of that person and not the actual person, all these incomprehensible clots of flesh with all their years gone by and vanished, all their history stored in basements even they cannot reach? Catherine Lacey

Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all. Catherine Lacey

You will never be missing to yourself and all you can do is delay, delay, delay and the delaying must be good enough for you and you must find a way to be fine with the delay because it is your whole life and the minute you really go missing is the minute you can no longer miss. Catherine Lacey

It depressed me to think that I might have been looking at another person but seeing only myself. Catherine Lacey

Days are a finite resource and it's best to protect the ones you have. Catherine Lacey

Maybe misery begins everywhere. Catherine Lacey

She missed his nothing. It had felt like something. Catherine Lacey