43 Quotes & Sayings By Shannon Celebi

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with some apparitional substance that could have been space and time if I’d known anything about physics. Shannon Celebi

She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back. Shannon Celebi

She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like. Shannon Celebi

We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends. Shannon Celebi

I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine. Shannon Celebi

You’re saying, “What the hell am I gonna do with her?” You’re saying, “Shit, did she take her pills?” You’re saying, “Once upon a time, I used to have a little girl. Shannon Celebi

Writing is a solitary business. It’s just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill. Shannon Celebi

I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something. Shannon Celebi

A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man. Shannon Celebi

Using one’s beauty was the only way a smart girl could get by, at least that’s how it was back then, though even for a smart girl there were really only three professions. You could be a nurse or a teacher or a wife. Shannon Celebi

Then the weeks rolled by in a sinister psych ward haze filled with white-coated orderlies and rocking whack-job patients torn straight from some old Jack Nicholson film, all anti-psychotic meds and padded lonely cells... Shannon Celebi

Okay, I’ll just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues. Shannon Celebi

Just five minutes, God, I chant like some hostage negotiator on the brink of a resolution. Five minutes alone. Please, please. Please. Shannon Celebi

When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, “When did you start feeling like a grownup?” His response: “Never. Shannon Celebi

The bottom line was that I was in an abusive relationship. Shannon Celebi

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind. Shannon Celebi

Cuz I can count on one hand the men who’ve loved me, not in the Biblical sense– I don’t have enough digits for that–but who have truly loved me. Shannon Celebi

I am forever an advocate of books, both the reading of them and the writing. There is something sacred to me in that community. Because writing--and reading--is a solitary business. And it’s good to know I’m not alone. Shannon Celebi

Just write. That's my only tip. And read. I guess that's two. Shannon Celebi

Wine and a straitjacket. That pretty much sums it up. Shannon Celebi

If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved. Shannon Celebi

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom. Shannon Celebi

Once upon a long ago time I was a girl with hopeful halos in my eyes–not unlike you–not a typical beauty but beautiful nonetheless, as all young girls tend to be in their prime, even if they don’t tend to know it. Shannon Celebi

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze. Shannon Celebi

Don’t worry if you fall, sweet girl. Youth is made for bruises. Shannon Celebi

Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat beading on my brow...and I know it’s time to bust out those “chocolate frogs” from Harry Potter. Shannon Celebi

Of course, I rationalize the fear. I realize it’s not real, that my house isn’t burning down, that the deer aren’t going to kill me. Shannon Celebi

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold. Shannon Celebi

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white. Shannon Celebi

Jeb'd said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue. Shannon Celebi

I could say it all began with my mother. Shannon Celebi

She fantasized sometimes too about killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat. Shannon Celebi

Her mother always told her, “If he hits you, then you leave, ” but Jack had never hit her, not with his fists. Shannon Celebi

I’m sorry if... I get too personal, if I make you uncomfortable, but writing is like one of the seven deadly sins, like Sharing on Mr. Rogers, and once you get the bug you’re trapped in The Neighborhood of Make-Believe forever. Shannon Celebi

Mama wasn't dead...exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well that day, and Elma reckoned dead just meant pretendin' you couldn't move or breathe until nightfall when you got up and walked around like you was free. Shannon Celebi

Here’s a random factoid: I like cats. And here’s another: I like red wine. Shannon Celebi

Amber Rorman had told me too that our third grade teacher, Ms. Lizetti, was really a lesbian, which I thought was a disease until I asked Amber and Amber told me to ask her mother who told me to ask my mother, who said, “Lesbians are women who like to have sex with other women, ” which I didn’t think was all that weird. Shannon Celebi

Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead. Shannon Celebi

You’re worried about what-ifs. Well, what if you stopped worrying? Shannon Celebi

It wasn’t as if she’d thought it through or anything, how what a person wanted wasn’t always what they needed, and what a person needed might be the last thing they could ever want. Shannon Celebi

Through career fumbles and life changes, she supported me. Through shattered dreams and hopes almost-realized, she supported me too. Shannon Celebi