181 "Nenia Campbell" Quotes And Sayings

Nenia Campbell is a novelist, playwright, teacher, and artist. Her debut novel, A Woman of the House, was published by Simon & Schuster in 2009. She is currently working on her second novel.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.
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We feel most alive when we are closest to death. Nenia Campbell
All statistics have outliers.
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All statistics have outliers. Nenia Campbell
Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at...
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Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world. Nenia Campbell
Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily...
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Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away. Nenia Campbell
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Fairytales by nature only talk about the victors. The survivors. Nobody speaks about what happens to those who failed, except in the abstract: as cautionary tales to guide others onto the path to success. How many brave knights fell to the dragon before he was slayed by the noble prince? How many children burned to a crisp and eaten before the wicked witch received her due? These stories are lost, but the lesson behind them is not: it is not enough to be merely pure and good. . Nenia Campbell
Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.
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Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. Nenia Campbell
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What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I'm asked. To be honest, I don't know. I really don't. Mainly because I don't see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference. Nenia Campbell
Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the...
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Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse. Nenia Campbell
He was everything your mother warned you about when she...
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He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark. Nenia Campbell
If you don't feel the same way about him, if...
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If you don't feel the same way about him, if you're just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I've seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can't get over some jerk. Nenia Campbell
Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the...
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Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don't even know it. Nenia Campbell
Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was...
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Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was some pheromone certain people omitted, perceivable only on a wavelength unique to those individuals who preyed on them. Nenia Campbell
When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and...
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When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line. Nenia Campbell
We always vilify what we don't understand.
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We always vilify what we don't understand. Nenia Campbell
Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and...
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Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation. Nenia Campbell
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Mamá had always made it clear she believed girls who got raped deserved it. I hadn't done any of the things she said “bad” girls did, though. I didn't parade myself around in sluttish clothes and make untoward advances. But Mamá had been wrong about everything else so far, so maybe she'd been wrong about that, too. Maybe it didn't matter whether you were bad or good, prudish or wanton: maybe just being female was enough, for some men. Maybe, like so much else, it was only about control. But then why do I feel so guilty?. Nenia Campbell
You want to be free. You also want to be...
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You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both. Nenia Campbell
Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her:...
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Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her: she had what I wanted, which earned her my jealousy, and since I was ashamed of myself for wanting it, my scorn, as well. Nenia Campbell
People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with...
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People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone. Nenia Campbell
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Be my sonata, my cantata, my lovesing me something sweetbut not too sweet(or i may grow deaf to our harmonyas we decrescendo into silence) Nenia Campbell