Ann Patchett

The Dutch House

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Nina Vyvcharukhas quoted8 months ago
“But we overlay the present onto the past. We look back through the lens of what we know now, so we’re not seeing it as the people we were, we’re seeing it as the people we are, and that means the past has been radically altered
Дарья Дятловаhas quoted5 months ago
There are a few times in life when you leap up and the past that you’d been standing on falls away behind you, and the future you mean to land on is not yet in place, and for a moment you’re suspended, knowing nothing and no one, not even yourself.
Дарья Дятловаhas quoted5 months ago
the things we could do nothing about were best put out of our minds
b9078904088has quoted5 months ago
“But we overlay the present onto the past. We look back through the lens of what we know now, so we’re not seeing it as the people we were, we’re seeing it as the people we are, and that means the past has been radically altered.”
Alyona Scholzehas quoted5 months ago
we overlay the present onto the past. We look back through the lens of what we know now, so we’re not seeing it as the people we were, we’re seeing it as the people we are, and that means the past has been radically altered
b9078904088has quoted6 months ago
Do you think it’s possible to ever see the past as it actually was?”
Aikerim Kaziyevahas quoted6 months ago
New York City was a wild card. Every hour was made up of a series of chances, and choosing to walk down one street instead of another had the potential to change everything: whom you met, what you saw or were spared from seeing
Nina Vyvcharukhas quoted8 months ago
sounded so nostalgic when he said it, the three of us, as if we had once been a unit instead of just a circumstance.
María José Evia H.has quoted9 months ago
Our childhood was a fire. There had been four children in the house and only two of them had gotten out.
Refiloe Masitahas quoted10 months ago
Mothers were the measure of safety,
Daiana Mavleahas quoted10 months ago
The only way to really understand what money means is to have been poor,” he said to me when we were eating lunch in the car. “That’s the strike you have against you. A boy grows up rich like you, never wanting for anything, never being hungry”—he shook his head, as if it had been a disappointing choice I’d made—“I don’t know how a person overcomes a thing like that. You can watch these people all you want and see what it’s been like for them, but that’s not the same as living it yourself.” He put down his sandwich and took a drink of coffee from the thermos
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
Did you love him?” May asked Maeve, and Maeve said, “L’aimais-tu.”
“L’aimais-tu?” May asked my mother, because some questions are best posed in French.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
May shouted from upstairs. “Do you not realize I can hear every single word you’re saying? There are vents in this house, people. If you want to fight, go to a restaurant.”
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
There never was a winter morning in the Dutch House when my first thought was anything other than What would it be like to spend the entire day in bed?
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
We had made a fetish out of our misfortune, fallen in love with it. I was sickened to realize we’d kept it going for so long, not that we had decided to stop.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
My mother used to say the silkiest sound on earth was a rich woman’s laugh.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
sounded so nostalgic when he said it, the three of us, as if we had once been a unit instead of just a circumstance.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
I felt older than my friends at school, the ones with two parents and normal-sized houses.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
My father was forty-nine on the day of his second wedding, and his new wife in her champagne satin was thirty-one. Still, Maeve and I had no idea why he married her. Looking back, I have to say we lacked imagination.
Irina Papinahas quotedlast year
Mothers were the measure of safety, which meant that I was safer than Maeve. After our mother left, Maeve took up the job on my behalf but no one did the same for her. Of course Sandy and Jocelyn mothered us. They made sure we were washed and fed and that our lunches were packed and our scouting dues paid. They loved us, I know they did, but they went home at the end of the day. There was no crawling into bed with Sandy or Jocelyn when I had a bad dream in the middle of the night, and it never once occurred to me to knock on my father’s door. I went to Maeve. She taught me the proper way to hold a fork. She attended my basketball games and knew all my friends and oversaw my homework and kissed me every morning before we went our separate ways to school and again at night before I went to bed regardless of whether or not I wanted to be kissed. S
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