Joan Wickersham famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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There is also something deeply lovely about uncertainty: the possibility of optimism.
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And while some healing does happen, it isn't a healing of redemption or epiphany. It's more like the slow absorption of a bruise.
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A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. It's guesswork.
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[On suicide:] It's the only cause of death that can be used as a noun to describe the dead person. If you die of cancer you are not called 'a cancer.' If someone else shoots you, you are not referred to as 'a murder.' But if you shoot yourself, you are labeled as a suicide. Your death becomes your definition.
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The word "miss" is so wistful. As is the word "wistful," for that matter. They both have sighs embedded in them, that "iss" sound. Which also sounds like if.
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But who is ever able to apply to her own current love affair a word like "similar"?
-- Joan Wickersham
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I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.
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False optimism sooner or later means disillusionment , anger and hopelessness.
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There is an optimism which nobly anticipates the eventual triumph of great moral laws, and there is an optimism which cheerfully tolerates unworthiness.
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History demonstrates that participants in financial markets are susceptible to waves of optimism. Excessive optimism shows the seeds of its own reversal in the form of imbalances that tend to grow over time.
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Optimism is a political act. Those who benefit from the status quo are perfectly happy for us to think nothing is going to get any better. In fact, these days, cynicism is obedience.
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I was born optimistic...I was laughing from the beginning of my life.
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It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills...
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That's a lovely piece," Kat said, pointing at a Louise XV armoire near the fireplace. The man raised his eyebrows. "Did you come to steal it?" "Darn it," Kat said with a snap of her fingers."I knew I should have brought my big purse.
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I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.
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