Junot Díaz: Trending quotes (page 2)

“Nothing else has any efficacy, I might as well be myself.
- But your yourself sucks!
- It is, lamentably, all I have.”

“Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.”

“You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.”

“She would be a new person, she vowed. They said no matter how far a mule travels it can never come back a horse, but she would show them all.”

“It's just a matter of willpower. The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.”

“You really want to know what being an X-Man feels like? Just be a smart bookish boy of color in a contemporary U. S. ghetto. Mamma mia! Like having bat wings or a pair of tentacles growing out of your chest.”

“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”

“The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence.”

“Each morning, before Jackie started her studies, she wrote on a clean piece of paper: Tarde venientibus ossa.
To the latecomers are left the bones.”

“You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.”

“Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.”

“A person doesn't mourn forever.”

“That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads.”

“Sometimes you just have to try, even if you know it won’t work.”

“It's exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.”

“Love is the great test of the human. The human is tested by our ability to withstand love. Love is so difficult, it is so challenging, it demands of us that we wreck it with ourselves. It demands of us an honesty that few of us could sustain.”

“What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.”

“… and when he thought about the way she laughed, as though she owned the air around her, his heart thundered inside his chest, a lonely rada.”

“You said i could call you when i wanted but that you wouldn’t call me. you have to decide where and when, you said. if you leave it up to me i’ll want to see you every day.

At least you were honest, which is more than i can say for me.”