24 Quotes About Hanya Yanagihara

We all know the importance of knowing and learning from others in order to better ourselves. But what we don’t seem to do enough of is to look within and find the answers we want to find. Here are some quotes by Hanya Yanagihara that will help you discover your own truth, our own truth.

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These galleries are hung, mostly, with images from 'Frog and Toad, ' and he moves from each to each, not really seeing them but rather remembering the experience of viewing them for the first time, in JB's studio, when he and Willem were new to each other, when he felt as if he was growing new body parts–a second heart, a second brain–to accommodate this excess of feeling, the wonder of his life. Hanya Yanagihara
2
.. . breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart. Hanya Yanagihara
3
They have been having sex for eighteen months now (he realizes he has to make himself stop counting, as if his sexual life is a prison term, and he is working toward its completion). Hanya Yanagihara
4
...he lacked the sort of ambition that JB and Jude had, that grim, trudging determination that kept them at the studio or office longer than anyone else, that gave them that slightly faraway look in their eyes that always made him think a fraction of them was already living in some imagined future, the contours of which were crystallized only to them. Hanya Yanagihara
5
But then, once you agree, it is necessary that you, the cajoler, move into the realm of self-deception, because you can see that it is costing them, you can see how much they don't want to be here, you can see that the act of existing is depleting for them, and then you have to tell yourself every day: I am doing the right thing. Hanya Yanagihara
6
But mostly, I missed watching you two together; I missed watching you watch him, and him watch you; I missed how thoughtful you were with each other, missed how thoughtlessly, sincerely affectionate you were with him; missed watching you listen to each other, the way you both did so intently. Hanya Yanagihara
7
This isn't fair, he would think in those moments. This isn't friendship. It's something, but it's not friendship. He felt he had been hustled into a game of complicity, one he never intended to play. Hanya Yanagihara
8
That night, before bed, he goes first to Willem's side of the closet, which he has still not emptied. Here are Willem's shirts on their hangers, and his sweaters on their shelves, and his shoes lined up beneath. He takes down the shirt he needs, a burgundy plaid woven through with threads of yellow, which Willem used to wear around the house in the springtime, and shrugs it on over his head. But instead of putting his arms through its sleeves, he ties the sleeves in front of him, which makes the shirt look like a straitjacket, but which he can pretend–if he concentrates–are Willem's arms in an embrace around him. He climbs into bed. This ritual embarrasses and shames him, but he only does it when he really needs it, and tonight he really needs it. Hanya Yanagihara
9
He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing. Hanya Yanagihara
10
My phone rang, and although it wasn't a sinister time of night, and although nothing had happened that I would later see as foreshadowing, I knew, I knew. Hanya Yanagihara
11
It's a good story, ' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.'' Please, ' I said. And then he did. Hanya Yanagihara
12
He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship. Hanya Yanagihara
13
He holds Willem so close that he can feel muscles from his back to his fingertips come alive, so close that he can feel Willem's heart beating against his, can feel his rib cage against his, and his stomach deflating and inflating with air. 'Harder, ' Willem tells him, and he does until his arms grow first fatigued and then numb, until his body is sagging with tiredness, until he feels that he really is falling: first through the mattress, and then the bed frame, and then the floor itself, until he is sinking in slow motion through all the floors of the building, which yield and swallow him like jelly. Down he goes through the fifth floor, where Richard's family is now storing stacks of Moroccan tiles, down through the fourth floor, which is empty, down through Richard and India's apartment, and Richard's studio, and then to the ground floor, and into the pool, and then down and down, farther and farther, past the subway tunnels, past bedrock and silt, through underground lakes and oceans of oil, through layers of fossil and shale, until he is drifting into the fire at the earth's core. And the entire time, Willem is wrapped around him, and as they enter the fire, they aren't burned but melted into one being, their legs and chests and arms and heads fusing into one. . Hanya Yanagihara
14
He didn't really care if they felt that way or not: he just needed them to say it, he needed to feel that something lay beneath their imperturbable calm, that somewhere within them ran a thin stream of quick, cool water, teeming with delicate lives, minnows and grasses and tiny white flowers, all tender and easily wounded and so vulnerable you couldn't see them without aching for them. Hanya Yanagihara
15
Thank god he wasn't a writer, or he'd have nothing to write about. Hanya Yanagihara
16
That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly. Hanya Yanagihara
17
His persistent nostalgia depressed him, aged him, and yet he couldn't stop feeling that the most glorious years, the years when everything seemed drawn in florescents, were gone. Everyone had been so much more entertaining then. What had happened? Hanya Yanagihara
18
He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day. Hanya Yanagihara
19
.. .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape. Hanya Yanagihara
20
In those hours he is awake and prowling through the building, he sometimes feels he is a demon who has disguised himself as a human, and only at night is it safe to shed the costume he must wear by daylight, and indulge his true nature. Hanya Yanagihara
21
He placed his hand on Willem's arm. 'Willem, don't cry.'' I'm not going to, ' he said. 'I can do other things in life besides cry, you know, ' although he was no longer sure that was even true. Hanya Yanagihara
22
He sits at the table and reads novels, old favorites of his, the words and plots and characters comforting and lived-in and unchanged. Hanya Yanagihara
23
He joined Jude in the kitchen and began making a salad, and JB slumped to the dining-room table and started flipping through a novel Jude had left there. "I read this, " he called over to him. "Do you want to know what happens in the end?" "No, JB, " said Jude. "I'm only halfway through."" The minister character dies after all."" J B! " After that, JB's mood seemed to improve. Hanya Yanagihara