Gail Caldwell Quotes

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I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Grief is what tells you who you are alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I'd confused need with love and love with sacrifice.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and heart's weariness are the blander executioners or human connection.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part--time and space and the heart's weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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The belief that life was hard and often its worst battles were fought in private, that it was possible to walk through fear and come out scorched but still breathing.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course. Until Caroline had died I had belonged to that other world, the place of innocence, and linear expectations, where I thught grief was a simple, wrenching realm of sadness and longing that graduallu receded. What that definition left out was the body blow that loss inflicts, as well as the temporary madness, and a range of less straightforward emotions shocking in their intensity.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Everything about death is a clichΓ© until you're in it.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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If writers possess a common temperament, it's that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: Library Edition)
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Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't said," and I smiled with relief. "There's nothing," I said. "I've already told her everything.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.
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Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the quietest and kindest of marriages.
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Death is a divorce nobody asked for; to live through it is to find a way to disengage from what you thought you couldn't stand to lose.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Mostly I couldn't bear... the paltry notion that memory was all that eternal life really meant, and I spent too much time wondering where people got the fortitude or delusion to keep on moving past the static dead.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Most of all I told this story because I wanted to say something about hope and the absence of it, and how we keep going anyway. About second chances, and how they’re sometimes buried amid the dross, even when you’re poised for the downhill grade. The narrative can always turn out to be a different story from what you expected.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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The other thing I know now, is that we survive grief merely and surely by outlasting it. The ongoing fact of the narrative eclipses the heartbreak within. A deal that seems to be the price we pay for getting to hold on to our beloved dead.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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The real trick is to let life, with all it's ordinary missteps and regrets, be consistently more mysterious and alluring then it's end.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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...gregarious hermit. I wanted the warmth of spontaneous connection and the freedom to be left alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Give me back what should already be mine. Give me the dark, the freedom of the streets, the right to walk wherever I want, unafraid of rape or assault or just being messed with. The stars belong to me as much as you. Move over. Make room on the bench.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing: A Memoir)
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All of this seems as though it were yesterday, or forever ago, in that crevasse between space and time that stays fixed in the imagination. I remember it all because I remember it all. In crisis with someone you love, the dialogue is as burnished as a scar on a tree.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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When I wept and told him I was afraid I was too intense, too much, he interrupted my tears and said, "If someone came down from above and told me I could keep only one thing about you, it would be your too-muchness.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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It is always hard to leave a home a drama a way of life a life. So I sat there warm and safe that night held by the sea and a good man and my own good fortune victim and witness to all the transitory sweetness like Gatsby's dreams that stood before and behind me.
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Pain is what yields the solution.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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In crisis, I circled my wagons, more afraid of being disappointed by someone than going it alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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On my better days, I could feel free and tough and proud of myself; on the bad ones, I was alone as hell.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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That sometimes the smartest person in the room is the one who says, "I have no idea.
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she made me laugh like I hadn’t laughed in a long time. We were like puppies playing together on the beach. I thought,
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing)
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The rest of the family tree had a root system soggy with alcohol... One aunt had fallen asleep with her face in the mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving dinner; another's fondness for Coors was so unwavering that I can still remember the musky smell of the beer and the coldness of the cans. Most of the men drank the way all Texas men drank, or so I believed, which meant that they were tough guys who could hold their liquor until they couldn't anymore--a capacity that often led to some cloudy version of doom, be it financial ruin or suicide or the lesser betrayal of simple estrangement. Both social drinkers, my parents had eluded these tragic endings; in the postwar Texas of suburbs and cocktails, their drinking was routine but undramatic.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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We found out that day, fairly quickly, how great and complex our fondness was for each other; I also had my first sense of something central about Caroline that would become a pillar of our friendship. When she was confronted with any emotional difficulty, however slight or major, her response as to approach rather than to flee. There she would stay until the matter was resolved, and the emotional aftermath was free of any hangover or recrimination. My instincts toward resolution were similar: I knew that silence and distance were far more pernicious than head-on engagement. This compatibility helped to ensure that there was no unclaimed baggage between us in the years to come.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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in all the years i had blundered along in search of my own footing, she had never given me an inkling of this wish. unburdened by the demands of history or anyone else's dreams, i had wandered toward and finally reached a world far outside the plains i loved and loathed. my mother had neither begrudged me this journey nor expected it, certain that i had to make my own way. but she packed my toolbox with her great wit and forbearance before i went, and she stashed there, for long safekeeping, her desire.
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Gail Caldwell (A Strong West Wind)
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Louise Erdrich (The Sentence)
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From the first winter afternoon in the Harvard ball fields, "Oh no--I need you" had become an admission and a clarion call--the tenet of dependency that forms the weft of friendship. We needed each other so that we could count the endless days of forests and flat water, but the real need was soldered by the sadder, harder moments--discord or helplessness or fear--that we dared to expose to each other. It took me years to grasp that this grit and discomfort in any relationship are an indicator of closeness, not it's opposite.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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This was a hard-won but brilliant education: I had realized, as life is always willing to instruct, that the world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what holds up the rest. The realized life versus the external picture of it: the assumption and projections that we all make about other people's lives.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Counting on each other became automatic. When I found a sweater in Texas I wanted, I learned to buy two, which was easier than seeing the look of disappointment on Caroline's face when I returned home with only one. When she went out from the boathouse on a windy day, she gave me her schedule in advance, which assuaged her worst-case scenario of flipping the boat, being hit on the head by an oar, and leaving Lucille stranded at home. I still have my set of keys to her house, to locks and doors that no longer exist, and I keep them in my glove compartment, where they have been moved from one car to another in the past couple of years. Someday I will throw them in the Charles, where I lost the seat to her boat and so much else.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I think solitude chose me.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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. . .the world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what hold up the rest.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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If writers possess a common temperament, it’s that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Real change, though, is forgiving enough to take a little failure, strong enough to take despair in small doses.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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and art instead of God, she often complained that she’d
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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You got sober. You started work at the Globe. You started therapy. You got Clementine” (my first Samoyed). Here she gave me the side-eye and smiled. β€œAnd me, I might add.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing)
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. β€”GEORGE ELIOT, Scenes of Clerical Life
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Finding Caroline was like placing a personal ad for an imaginary friend, then having her show up at your door funnier and better than you had conceived. Apart, we had each been frightened drunks and aspiring writers and dog lovers; together, we became a small corporation.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Tookie’s Pandemic Reading Deep Survival, by Laurence Gonzales The Lost City of the Monkey God, by Douglas Preston The House of Broken Angels, by Luis Alberto Urrea The Heartsong of Charging Elk, by James Welch Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, by Elisabeth Tova Bailey Let’s Take the Long Way Home, by Gail Caldwell The Aubrey/Maturin Novels, by Patrick O’Brian The Ibis Trilogy, by Amitav Ghosh The Golden Wolf Saga, by Linnea Hartsuyker Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky Coyote Warrior, by Paul VanDevelder
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Louise Erdrich (The Sentence)
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Mostly I couldn't bear the indisputable lack of her, or the paltry notion that memory was all that eternal life really meant, and I spent too much time wondering where people got the fortitude or delusion to keep on moving past the static dead. Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.I had a friend who years before had lost her firstborn when he was an infant, and she told me one of the piercing consolations she received in her early grief was from a man who recognized the fierce loyalty one feels to the dead. "The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it." Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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All of us had been trained to take less than her share at the table, and some of us even hated and feared each other because that's what pressure from above teaches and forces and underclass to do.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing: A Memoir)
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The lessons of those days were so basic: To view other women as allies rather than the competition. To unleash our intelligence, liberate our bodies, assume we were capable of things previously denied or unconsidered.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing: A Memoir)
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The struggle was hard-won, especially when the worst demons in the room were mine.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing: A Memoir)
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In the dream I knew she was dead, and I reached out for her and said, "But you're coming back, right?" She smiled but shook her head; her face was a well of sadness.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I was dreamy, stubborn, and selectively fanatical; my idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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But walls, whether brick or isolation, don't come down without a corresponding amount of labor.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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The holiness of the Heart's affections," Keith wrote, trusting in nothing but that and the imagination, and I think now that Caroline stilled something in each other, letting us go out and engage in the larger world.
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The holiness of the Heart's affections," Keith wrote, trusting in nothing but that and the imagination, and I think now that Caroline and I stilled something in each other, letting us go out and engage in the larger world.
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gregarious hermit. I wanted the warmth of spontaneous connection and the freedom to be left alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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We attach ourselves to our familiar miseries, an easier act than striking out for the territory. This is a sad truth, though not insurmountable: Despair and fear do not disappear overnight when the conditions that wrought them have changed.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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If we are lucky, we love what we love in part because the object is worth the effort. But sometimes the love itself-the elixir of desire-is enough to bestow the object with the transformative glitter it requires.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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Being I loved, I think, is another matter entirely, a neighboring city on the same train route, connected but by no means destiny. If and when the bond takes both ways, you have a third entity, which is the thing the lover and the loved create together. This is called history, or experience, and the strong it is, the more power it has to muck about with the sense of self.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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God is love and love is memory, and memory is a bruise or a warmth or a grocery list you cannot bear to throw away.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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But the point is not to spin the narrative; that defeats the purpose, in some way, of story itself. You can't change the tale so that you turned left one day instead of right, or didn't make the mistake that might have saved your life a day later. We don't get those choices. The story is what got you here, and embracing its truth is what makes the outcome bearable.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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And yet I sensed that I had not just been pummeled by death but reshaped by it, poised now at some crucial junction between darkness and endurance, which is the realist's version of hope.
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We love what we love in spite of ourselves, toward something larger and more generous than the velvet prison of self.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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A version of this, though, is always going on from the moment two people's time and space collide: Subtle or direct, we are negotiating the private and public spheres. If the wounds are on the inside, we have some choice about what to reveal when, and to whom. If the scar is one the outside-the physical signature that announces itself with the nuance of a trumpet-people tend to think they know a great deal about you, whether they do or not.
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Gail Caldwell (New Life, No Instructions)
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Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, by Elisabeth Tova Bailey Let’s Take the Long Way Home, by Gail Caldwell The Aubrey/Maturin Novels, by Patrick O’Brian The Ibis Trilogy, by Amitav Ghosh The Golden Wolf Saga, by Linnea Hartsuyker Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky Coyote Warrior, by Paul VanDevelder
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Louise Erdrich (The Sentence)
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Long before I’d read a word of Virginia Woolf, I knew that, for me, a room of one’s own was the ultimate prize. That a lock on the door was the power to think for oneself.
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Gail Caldwell (Bright Precious Thing)
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IT’S AN OLD, OLD STORY: I HAD A FRIEND AND WE shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Finding Caroline was like placing a personal ad for an imaginary friend, then having her show up at your door funnier and better than you had conceived
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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This was one of the dynamics between us we came to value: She was the good girl and I was the rebel, and each of us learned enough from the other to expand our respective territories.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Barely on the verge of adolescence, I was still a shy girl who preferred math homework to boys. I was neither daring nor particularly unhappy, but booze flipped a switch in me I hadn’t even known was there.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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For years the psychic balm of alcoholβ€”its holy grail certainty that it could take me through anythingβ€”eclipsed the hangovers and emerging fear that I was in trouble. I had a silver pocket flask that I filled with whiskey for backup drinks; I figured if I looked the part, then I could get away with the reality.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I’m afraid that if I stop drinking, I’ll be dreary, and anxious all the time, and dull,” I had told him. β€œWell, you might be,” he had said matter-of-factly. β€œThe only thing you can know for sure is that you’ll be a whole lot less drunk.” After a while, a whole lot less drunk was what I aspired to be.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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My mother had asked me once after I was grown what my dad could have done differently, instead of bullying his way through my rebellion. β€œI wish he’d just told me how much he loved me,” I answered her. β€œI wish he could have just said, β€˜You are precious to me; I won’t let you put yourself in danger.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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But as much as I complained about my solitude, I also required it. I put a high price on my freedom from obligation, of having to report to no one.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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SCRATCH A FANTASY and you’ll find a nightmare.” This was one of Caroline’s favorite sayings, spoken originally in regard to a mutual friend, a woman who had chased a dream life abroad and wound up trapped and unhappy. Then the saying became code for all those seemingly perfect lives being lived someplace else, with better jobs or partners or inner states.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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IT’S TAKEN YEARS FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT dying doesn’t end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur and epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another’s lives until not death, but distance, does us partβ€”time and space and the heart’s weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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But she broke down when she started losing her hair. β€œI know this seems ridiculous,” she said. β€œBut it’s the only thing I can focus on. The rest is too huge.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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No one in this place seemed uncomfortable at the emotions of strangers. We had entered a subterranean culture of extremis, where people were dying or trying to live and the heart was laid bare.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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THE DETAILS OF dying are sad and grinding: breathing and waiting and breathing and waiting. The body, brilliant machine, knows how and when to close up shop. But Caroline was so strong, and so determined, that even in this final task she moved toward the end with bracing force.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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We have to keep on: build bridges, learn language, have babies, beat a stick against a rock and find rhythm. When death shows up, the fragility of all this is revealed. But not for long. Remembering the suck and force of death is like trying to hold water in your hand. What I took away from that dark alleyway was that, when it came to God, I needed not to knowβ€”needed the humble ignorance as to whether anything existed outside that grim tableau. In the months that followed, I kept thinking of the phrase β€œrequisite mystery,” as though that could capture my necessary position in the universe now, poised on the line between Knowing and Not Knowing, between what seemed to me the arrogance of religious certainty and the despair of a godless world.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Everything about death is a clichΓ© until you’re in it.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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YESTERDAY I FOUND a note I had written to myself, in the piles of outlines and narrative maps that are a writer’s building blocks. β€œLet Her Die,” I had written at the top of a legal pad, a shorthand reminder to get to that part of the story. Then I saw it the next day and half gasped; for a moment it was as though someone else had given me this instruction. Let her die: a three-word definition of the arc of grief if ever I heard one, and it takes a long time.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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It’s your love,” my old friend Pete had said to me years before, when I was trying to leave a lousy relationship. β€œYou get to keep that.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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THE OLD NAVAJO WEAVERS used to insert an unmatched thread into each of their rugs, a contrasting color that runs to the outside edge. You can spot an authentic rug by this intentional flaw, which is called a spirit line, meant to release the energy trapped inside the rug and pave the way for the next creation. Every story in life worth holding on to has to have a spirit line. You can call this hope or tomorrow or the β€œand then” of narrative itself, but without itβ€”without that bright, dissonant fact of the unknown, of what we cannot controlβ€”consciousness and everything with it would tumble inward and implode. The universe insists that what is fixed is also finite.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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An introvert with a Texan’s affability, I was well intentioned but weak on follow-through; not without reason did an old friend refer to me as the gregarious hermit. I wanted the warmth of spontaneous connection and the freedom to be left alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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I was in my early forties, at an age when the view from the hill can be clear and poignant both. The imagined vistas have become realized paths, and I think you may live in the present during those years more than any time since childhood.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Caldwell is the most expensive date in town," he quoted the other boys as saying. "She'll drink you under the table and she'll never put out.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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By then I was thirty years old, and I'd learned that courage in a bottle could get you through all kinds of doors, and all kinds of trouble, and a lot of dead-end nights alone.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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No one whose first allegiance is to the source of the problem can hear such warnings, at least not until they've dragged themselves through a few miles of broken glass.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Being in Manhattan was like running headlong toward your own life, or finding out you could fly. To turn away from it would have seemed the failure of a chance not taken.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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Don't you know?" he asked gently. "The flaw is the thing we love.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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...the light through the windows is always more enchanting when viewed from the street outside.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)
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...I had adored my father and, in the classic Oedipal dance, had tried to find a romantic partner who measured up to him.
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Gail Caldwell (Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship)