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What fragments of her history live in my body?
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
If I had a prayer, it would say, Let this not be a mirror to the past, nor a window to the future. Let each night be only itself.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
she taught me the poems of these death-facing women and I understood them to be my mothers.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
An attempt to intensify the horror by containing it in symmetry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
So often a metaphor arrives in the physical world with violence.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I want to learn to navigate by stars that have nothing to do with me
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
the one that teaches water to become ice, helps grief remember how to become tears.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
the whole world around me expanding and contracting, visually and viscerally heaving.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I stare, recognize the ghost of old feelings. ‘What do I remember / that was shaped / as this thing is shaped?’
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Look how much sadness you can make from showing sadness restrained.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I believe in ending sentences with a preposition in order to give the ideas a way out.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Despair recognizes its own ridiculousness
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Maybe we do not cry about, but rather near or around. Maybe all our explanations are stories constructed after the fact.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I fear that to write so much about crying will tempt a universal law of irony to invite tragedy into my life.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I’ve felt a peculiar attachment to the t’s of the past: weep, wept, sleep, slept, leave, left. There’s a finality there,
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
As far as words go, crying is louder and weeping is wetter.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Tears are a sign of powerlessness, a ‘woman’s weapon.’ It has been a very long war.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Perpendicular lines are Chekhovian; the introduced gun goes off. Parallel lines are Hitchcockian; the present bomb is enough.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
The first thing you ever did was cry.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
the beauty’s really in the movement, in watching your mouth try to swallow despair.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I was so pleased to be seen
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book