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Suzanne Finnamore Quotes: 16

  • I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?

  • I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely fashion, and move on to a life of vegetarian cooking and difficult yoga positions and self-realization, and make this so much easier and more pleasant for all concerned.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • He announces that lately he keeps losing things. "Like your wife and child,"I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • Take me now, God!"I shout to the inky sky. "I´m ready." "You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet,"Bunny says. "You cannot die married to that man.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?"I ask."Keep going,"Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • God is great and God is good,"Lisa says. "But where are the Apache attack helicopters when you need them?

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce

  • How can I grieve what is still in motion?"I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding,"I say. "It´s Normandy out there.

    Split: A Memoir of Divorce