Top 100 Quotes About Shreve
#1. Anita Shreve is an author I adore. I rip through her meaty books and get off on the robust romance immensely - especially if I am feeling less than robust in my real life.
Isabel Gillies
#2. In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.
James Wright
#3. Reflections on Careers in Quantitative Finance
Carnegie Mellon's Steve Shreve is out with an interesting post on careers in quantitative finance, with his commentary on the changing landscape in quantitative research and the implications for financial education.
Paul Ellis
#5. The pull of history has been a strong theme in my life as a novelist.
Anita Shreve
#6. Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
Wendy Shreve
#7. Her pace is furious as she walks along the beach, the surf competing with the noise in her head.
Anita Shreve
#8. Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.
Anita Shreve
#9. Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.
Anita Shreve
#10. Reunions are always fraught with awkward tensions - the necessity to account for oneself; the attempt to find, through memories, an ember of the old emotions ...
Anita Shreve
#11. Love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.
Anita Shreve
#12. Were you frightened?
One gets tired of being frightened, wouldn't you agree?
Anita Shreve
#13. As a novelist, I remain interested in the notion of a single reckless act and its consequences.
Anita Shreve
#14. Voltage crossed the distance between Sheila and Webster. A current composed of anger and remorse and something else-the last flicker of attraction
Anita Shreve
#16. Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.
Anita Shreve
#18. Is imagination dependent upon experience, or is experience influenced by imagination?
Anita Shreve
#19. Sometimes I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.
Anita Shreve
#20. As a child, I was an observer, a listener for the stories of grown-ups. I led a quiet, solitary life with my mother, interrupted in the evenings by the arrival of my father who preferred to live in a state of emergency.
Susan Shreve
#21. THE HERETIC'S DAUGHTER is raw, honest and completely captivating. Kathleen Kent takes what would seem to be a familiar subject and gives it a fresh, new perspective-moving us through a wrenching gamut of emotions as she does so. A searing look at one of the worst periods in our history.
Anita Shreve
#22. That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
Anita Shreve
#23. Schoolboy, a teenager, with a teenager's innocence and
Anita Shreve
#24. To ward off a feeling of failure, she joked that she could wallpaper her bathroom with rejection slips, which she chose not to see as messages to stop, but rather as tickets to the game.
Anita Shreve
#25. I can think of no other experience quite like that of being 20 or so pages into a book and realizing that this is the real thing: a book that is going to offer the delicious promise of a riveting story, arresting language and characters that will haunt me for days.
Anita Shreve
#26. But before that, before the farm went bad, Alphonse remembers being happy. He didn't know it was happiness and couldn't have put a name to it then - in fact he's pretty sure he never even thought about it - but now he knows that it was happiness.
Anita Shreve
#27. Each house has its own signature, unknown to all except the grown children who go back to visit.
Anita Shreve
#28. She felt with the shiver the rare sensation that she was exactly where she should be. She was an idea, a memory, one perfect possibility out of an infinite number.
Anita Shreve
#29. One day a man has a job, and life is full of possibilities. The next day the job and the car are gone, and the man cannot look his wife in the eye.
Anita Shreve
#30. I brought pictures to the inn, to show you who I'd been, but I saw at once my mistake, the hurt in your eyes, and you said, It hurts that I wasn't with you.
Anita Shreve
#31. I hate to confess that I would love to have all of my children in Washington - and at the same time, they've been all over the place, and my heart of hearts, I believe that freedom is wonderful.
Susan Shreve
#32. I edit as I write. I revise endlessly. I don't go forward until I know that what I've written is as good as I can make it.
Anita Shreve
#33. 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.
Anita Shreve
#34. To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.
Anita Shreve
#35. It may be true that you can't judge a book by its cover," Daisy G. had told Blister just last summer. "But the cover tells you something about the book and don't ever pretend it doesn't.
Susan Richards Shreve
#36. To leave, after all, was not the same as being left.
Anita Shreve
#37. My mother listened to everything I said, carefully - not that what I said was particularly interesting, but I was her daughter.
Susan Shreve
#38. She's a good person to hug, because her body fills up all the empty spaces.
Anita Shreve
#39. Like many readers, I am continually in search of books that allow me to lose myself in an entirely unique universe.
Anita Shreve
#41. In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire.
Anita Shreve
#42. If one has a good reputation and trusted, the rules can be bent to accommodate.
Anita Shreve
#43. I got hit by the bug of reading - not via a person, but via the one-room library in our small town. I remember that the children's books were in the right-hand corner near the floor. Often when I went there, I was the only visitor.
Anita Shreve
#44. A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.
Anita Shreve
#45. I start writing at 7.30 A.M. and write till noon. I've never written a single word after 5.00 P.M.
Anita Shreve
#46. Everyday, there are choices to make and sometimes you make a selfish one.
Anita Shreve
#47. And this all causes her to wonder at the disparity between the silk dresses and the natural postures of the body, and to think: How far, HOW FAR, we are willing to go to pretend we are not of the body at all.
Anita Shreve
#48. Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love-soaked, drenched in love-only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined.
Anita Shreve
#49. It was probably not so unusual to be a different person with a different man, for all parts were authentically within, waiting to be coaxed out by one person or another
Anita Shreve
#50. I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.
Anita Shreve
#51. The enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.
Anita Shreve
#52. Bunches of flowers and kisses, their bodies locked together by a stopwatch.
Descriptive on an affair
Susan Richards Shreve
#53. I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?
Anita Shreve
#54. Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.
Anita Shreve
#55. I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.
Anita Shreve
#56. The lying started in the eighth grade. Possibly it had begun earlier, and I simply hadn't noticed.
Anita Shreve
#57. Porter is my eldest child, and I tended to be fiercely protective when he was criticized. He actually was not a big complainer about school. Simply selective in what he chose to do and say.
Susan Shreve
#58. And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.
Anita Shreve
#59. Children don't heal as well.. they change.. they mutate with disaster and make accomodations.
Anita Shreve
#60. As the writer of a pseudonymous book, I gave up my own accumulated history as a novelist and became what I had been as a child: unnamed, unidentified, unacknowledged. Invisible. In a very real sense, what I hope for in the process of imagining a book is to disappear.
Susan Shreve
#61. Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.
Anita Shreve
#62. Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out
Anita Shreve
#63. A house with any kind of age will have dozens of stories to tell. I suppose if a novelist could live long enough, one could base an entire oeuvre on the lives that weave in and out of an antique house.
Anita Shreve
#64. I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.
Anita Shreve
#65. The view, though. The view. It is undeniably exhilarating.
Anita Shreve
#67. If you suspect a problem, there is a problem. Don't let them get away with even the very first lie. Be vigilant.
Anita Shreve
#68. There are more experiences in life than you'd think for which there are no words.
Anita Shreve
#70. All the picketers look bored and hot and like they
Anita Shreve
#71. Sometimes when I am writing, I feel as though I were not reliving the events I describe here, but rather living them. That there is no distance at all, and that I do not know how my story will end. It is an extraordinary sensation, since, of course, I know only too well how it will all end.
Anita Shreve
#72. Beauty, Olympia has come to understand, has incapacitated her mother and ruined her life, for it has made her dependent upon people who are desirous of seeing her and of serving her.
Anita Shreve
#73. My mother was a talker, but there are still so many things I want to ask her. She died when I was forty. But she did teach me to be a talker with my own children.
Susan Shreve
#74. A calamity, a catastrophe- it changes everything, doesn't it? It makes you aware that you cannot be indifferent toward your life. You cannot simply give away your life.
Anita Shreve
#75. Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from the small of Sheila's back to the nape of her neck.
Sheila turns her head, "Go slowly and be careful," she says.
Anita Shreve
#76. Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.
Anita Shreve
#77. She thinks of all that will have to be done to dismantle a life.
Anita Shreve
#78. But after a while, that too passes, and she and Jack go back to normal, as they have been before, which is to say that they, like all the other couples Kathryn has ever known, live in a state of gentle decline, of being infinitesimally, but not agonizingly, less than they were the day before.
Anita Shreve
#79. I have a Facebook page and a website. Beyond that, I'm actually a very private person. I'd rather see the focus on the books than on me.
Anita Shreve
#80. And as she watches, she discovers that a dream creates a nonexistent intimacy, that one feels, all the next day after the dream, as though certain words have been said or actions taken which have not. So that the object of the dream feels familiar, when, in fact, no familiarity exists at all.
Anita Shreve
#81. But how do you ever know that you know a person?
Anita Shreve
#82. WWI is a romantic war, in all senses of the word. An entire generation of men and women left the comforts of Edwardian life to travel bravely, and sometimes even jauntily, to almost certain death. At the very least, any story or novel about WWI is about innocence shattered in the face of experience.
Anita Shreve
#83. I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.
Anita Shreve
#84. Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.
Anita Shreve
#85. I love working alone. Crave it, in fact. I feel truly alive then.
Anita Shreve
#86. I'm sick in the heart," Blister aid, climbing into the car. "I don't need the doctor."
"Heartsick is the worst," Daisy G. said.
Susan Richards Shreve
#87. Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.
William Faulkner
#88. 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.
Anita Shreve
#89. 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.
Anita Shreve
#90. The rules for raising children had gone out with her parents generation of daughters who had lived as Lucy had, in patient silence, acting by standards which had lasted generations, waiting to grow up to make their decisions, following the patterns of their own lives.
Susan Richards Shreve
#92. Once you tell your first lie, the first time you lie for him, you are in it with him, and then you are lost.
Anita Shreve
#93. And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
Anita Shreve
#94. The warmth of him always, even on the coldest of nights, as though his inner furnace burned extravagantly.
Anita Shreve
#95. Are we, as we age, I wonder, repaid for all our thoughtless gestures
Anita Shreve
#96. In the late 1990s, I wrote a book from the point of view of a young black woman who has barricaded herself in her college dorm room, pursued by a man, either real or imagined, who finally materializes as the father she has never known.
Susan Shreve
#98. Sometimes, Blister was thinking, the only person in the world she could really count on was herself, and that was not enough.
Susan Richards Shreve
#99. Kind of necessary acceptance will form around her, like a lobster making its new shell, one that will be soft and easily breakable in the beginning but so hard that only lobster crackers can shatter it in the end. She can hardly wait.
Anita Shreve
#100. Poverty, her mother has written, makes you clever, and Honora knows that this is true.
Anita Shreve
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