Quotes from “Before I Go to Sleep: A Novel” by S.J.Watson

missfomenok
missfomenokhas quoted3 years ago
A Memoir of Love and Amnesia
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
Nothing feels real, everything invented. Even myself.
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
It’s not life, it’s just an existence, jumping from one moment to the next with no idea of the past, and no plan for the future
asrilarasati
asrilarasatihas quoted5 years ago
‘It’s so difficult, isn’t it? To see what’s going on when you’re in the absolute middle of something? It’s only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.’
anaislearning
anaislearninghas quoted3 years ago
They glistened in the dim light as though he’d been crying. How much he loves me, I thought. My feeling of guilt intensified.
“I’m sorry,”
Hrafnninnar
Hrafnninnarhas quoted3 years ago
club. I must have been pretty wasted. Wasted enough that I don’t remember anything at all. Wasted enough to have gone home with a man with a wedding ring and hairs on his back.
I fold back the covers as gently as I can
Hrafnninnar
Hrafnninnarhas quoted3 years ago
can make out little else. The alarm clock looks complicated, but I find a button and manage to silence it
Aurelia
Aureliahas quoted4 years ago
What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?
Aurelia
Aureliahas quoted4 years ago
How quickly I would be forgotten, were I to die.
b1784340806
b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
we’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves often enough that something happened, we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
But they’re like threads I can’t keep hold of. Balloons that float into the sky before I can catch them
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
Are these photographs selected so they will anchor me in my self without reminding me of what I have lost?
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
now seeing only what was missing
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
I do not know why, but as I read it, my world seemed to collapse. Grief exploded in my chest like a grenade.
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
Language had become solid, stiff. Hard.
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It was as if my past suddenly felt dangerous. A place it might be unwise to visit.
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b1784340806has quoted5 years ago
I felt, for the first time in months, that things might finally be all right.
Cheyenne Lee
Cheyenne Leehas quoted5 years ago
Today
THE BEDROOM IS strange. Unfamiliar. I don’t know where I am, how I came to be here. I don’t know how I’m going to get home.
I have spent the night here. I was woken by a woman’s voice—at first I thought she was in bed with me, but then realized she was reading the news and I was hearing a radio alarm—and when I opened my eyes found myself here. In this room I do not recognize.
My eyes adjust and I look around in the near-dark. A dressing gown hangs off the back of the closet door—suitable for a woman, but for one much older than I am—and some dark-colored trousers are folded neatly over the back of a chair at the dressing table, but I can make out little else. The alarm clock looks complicated, but I find a button and manage to silence it.
It is then that I hear a juddering intake of breath behind me and realize I am not alone. I turn around. I see an expanse of skin and dark hair, flecked with white. A man. He has his left arm outside the covers and there is a gold band on the third finger of the hand. I suppress a groan. So this one is not only old and gray, I think, but also married. Not only have I screwed a married man, but I have done so in what I am guessing is his home, in the bed he must usually share with his wife. I lie back to gather myself. I ought to be ashamed.
I wonder where the wife is. Do I need to worry about her arriving
asrilarasati
asrilarasatihas quoted5 years ago
‘Christine, we’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it. Isn’t that what Ben’s doing?’
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