#raymond carver quotes

[feltpoetry]

“waiting for what? i’d like to know.

it is august.

my life is going to change. i feel it.”

raymond carver

[missinyouiskillingme]

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.

Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories

[profanityandprose]

“Dreams are what you wake up from.”

— Raymond Carver, The Bridle.

[quotespile]

She kept talking. She told everyone. There was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.

Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Snow began falling late last night. Wet flakes dropping past windows, snow covering the skylights. We watched for a time, surprised and happy. Glad to be here, and nowhere else.

Raymond Carver, "The Gift" (excerpt)

[fuoridalcloro]

“Personalmente, ho una serie di ossessioni a cui tento di dare voce: le relazioni fra uomini e donne, il motivo per cui spesso perdiamo le cose a cui teniamo di più, il cattivo uso delle nostre risorse interiori. Mi interessa molto anche la capacità di sopravvivenza, quello che la gente riesce a fare per risollevarsi quando è finita a terra.”

Raymond Carver - Niente trucchi da quattro soldi

[thebooksoflife]

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Raymond Carver

[litsnaps]

[lvoless]

the magic of late summer longing

the pond - mary oliver / girl pictures - justine kurland / august - taylor swift / who will comfort toffle? (1980) / wuthering heights - emily brontë / don snyder / will you please be quiet, please? - raymond carver / aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe (2022) / tove jansson / call me by your name (2017)

[imdowndownbutdefinetlynotout]

Caitlyn Siehl - This is not a love poem/Fleetwood Mac - Landslide/ Raymond Carver - Where I'm calling from/ Lorde - Hard feelings /James Baldwin - Giovanni's Room/ Gunnar Ardelius - I need you more than I love you and I love you to bits/ Lily King - Writers and lovers/ Raymond Carver - what we talk about when we talk about love/ Paramore - In the mourning

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

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“I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.” ― Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

[grissomesque]

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[kiarits]

“This life is enough for me and I don't want anything else. Still, I hope no one comes. But if anyone comes, I hope it's her".

Raymond Carver

[noteworthynotions]

“He took her hand and put it in his lap. This made him feel better. It made him feel he was saying something.”

Raymond Carver, The Bath

[quotespile]

But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.

Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

"The Window" by Raymond Carver

A storm blew in last night and knocked out the electricity. When I looked through the window, the trees were translucent. Bent and covered with rime. A vast calm lay over the countryside. I knew better. But at that moment I felt I'd never in my life made any false promises, nor committed so much as one indecent act. My thoughts were virtuous. Later on that morning, of course, electricity was restored. The sun moved from behind the clouds, melting the hoarfrost. And things stood as they had before.