Anita Shreve
Anita Shreve
Anita Shreveis an American writer. The daughter of an airline pilot and a homemaker, she graduated from Dedham High School in Massachusetts, attended Tufts University and began writing while working as a high school teacher in Reading, MA. One of her first published stories, Past the Island, Drifting,was awarded an O. Henry Prize in 1976...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
till written
I start writing at 7.30 A.M. and write till noon. I've never written a single word after 5.00 P.M.
struggle infinite possibility
the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.
persons knows
But how do you ever know that you know a person?
struggle character successful
Sometimes it seems to me that all of life is a struggle to contain the natural impulses of the body and spirit, and that what we call character represents only the degree to which we are successful in this endeavor.
blood air body
And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.
enough said ifs
I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.
grief exhausting
Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.
grief might way
And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
left
To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.
struggle loss light
The weight of his losses finally too much to bear. But not before he has known the unforgiving light of the equator, a love that exists only in his imagination, and the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.
decision tiny splits
I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.
loss men thinking
Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.
giving-up burden relieved
To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.
night love-is thinking
I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.