Top 56 Suzanne Finnamore Quotes
#1. It's adult swim time and I'm diving in here at the shallow end.
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#3. This is much easier than when N left. Our son is unable to grasp and simultaneously turn doorknobs yet. If only this trick could be unlearned by men over thirty, many more families would celebrate Christmas together.
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#4. This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.
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#5. I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.
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#6. When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.
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#7. For most people, I edit. Most people are definitely getting along on the Cliffs Notes.
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#8. I was flying home from LA and all of a sudden I looked out at the clouds and I realized, Jesus we are really flying, and it was the most wonderful and miraculous thing, and about a minute later the feelings of anxiety and panic begin.
I feel the same way about marriage, today.
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#10. Then they took us to the birthing suite, which I call the electronic bullshit room because it's full of all sorts of electronic bullshit we can't fathom but are just glad to have on principle.
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#11. He went on to say that if the Wicked Queen were around today, the whole story might have been different, because she would have looked in her Magic Mirror and said, If I got a little laser work around the jaw and eyelids, I might still be considered the Fairest in the Land.
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#12. I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.
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#13. Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes.
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#14. 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.
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#15. 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.
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#16. Just know that it is impossible to feel joy while you are feeling cynicism. It is like wearing tight shoes and trying to mambo.
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#17. You can hear now. Your inner ear is formed.
I shout "I love you" into the bedroom. Then I feel stupid. Then I don't. This is pretty much the story of my life.
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#18. This is much worse than losing a cat. You do not wish the cat dead, for example, after the first two days. You still love the cat and presumably the cat still loves you, or some variation of love that may in fact be dependence and even indifference.
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#21. He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.
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#22. I said that additionally, since I was planning to nurse, it be best if you were off the breast before I came back to work.
My boss just looked at me dreamily and said, 'That won't be for sixty years, at least.
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#23. All my life, I should not have worried so much about looking foolish; I see that now. Signs matter. And all waves are dangerous, especially the ones you refuse to see coming.
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#24. Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.
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#26. What I find about wedding plans is that everyone wants to talk about when I don't. As soon as I do feel like talking about my wedding plans, their eyes glaze over and I can see them wishing they were dead
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#27. Flannel shirts should be outlawed for ex husbands; I realize this now. Flannel shirts are to women what crotchless panties are to men.
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#28. I don't know how I got Michael. Maybe I just had a store credit from some other very lonely and shitty life.
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#29. It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.
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#30. I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.
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#32. God is great and God is good," Lisa says. "But where are the Apache attack helicopters when you need them?
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#33. I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: Oh My God Oh My God.
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#34. I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.
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#35. I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man.
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#37. Reuben says in many cultures, the wedding ceremony and all of it's rituals are much the same as a funeral: a transition into another phase of life.
It is like dying and being reborn, if you believe in the afterlife. If you don't believe in an afterlife, then you are toast
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#38. My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.
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#39. The swans are unnaturally beautiful. They mate for life.
I wish they could talk. I have questions.
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#40. It would be sad and wrong in so many ways to self-combust at this time.
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#42. I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.
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#43. I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.
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#49. Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.
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#50. Marriage is a conspiracy from Tiffany, florists, the diamond industry, and Christian fundamentalists. The only thing good about it is the diamond ring, the wedding gifts, and the honeymoon.
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#51. The marriage is over; counseling is the eulogy. The relationship autopsy is the wake.
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#52. 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.
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#53. On the metaphysical front, the burning of sage is unsucessful. House reeks of doom, and now sage too.
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#54. I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted.
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#55. The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.
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