Chelsea Hodson Quotes

I've always liked men who look as if they're from another time.

The only thing worse than hearing your voice at its most desperate is recognizing it.

I might be better as an idea, you said, and it was hard not to agree - everyone is better in theory.

I wished his question was, Wanna know what it's like to be the one who enters? because I do and I wish that knowledge was as simple as holding a man in my hands. I want to see my desire as a protrusion leading me into dark rooms. If I can't have that, then I can attempt to reduce myself to the most vulnerable object possible. Either I await instruction on how to be a dutiful thing or I am the explorer leading this ship or I am a piece of luggage holding other belongings. I take up hardly any space at all.

I return to memories of the people who taught me something, even accidentally. I love them, not for who they are but for the way in which they altered me. In this way, my love for them becomes a love for my own deterioration.

Think of someone you want to touch whom you cannot touch, someone forbidden. Think of a room where there is nothing except the two of you: still, you cannot touch them. Think of the heat between two hands about to touch, the language that exists in that silence."

from "A Simple Woman

With my eyes closed, I heard him say, I don't love you anymore...I could hear the words but I couldn't quite access them, couldn't quite accept that it was me living my life at that moment. Surely he was telling this to someone else, surely we would be together forever, the way we'd talked about. This was before I needed passion and wildness and to be on the verge of every emotion at once - I wanted safety and beauty, and he looked like Bob Dylan in the middle of the desert, and I thought that was what the love of my life could be.

All characters appearing in this work are you. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely you.

There is an island where former versions of myself gallop around on all fours.

I'm trying to write something so good, so pure, so perfect that I'll never have to have children; I'll have created something that can stand in for me, that can live on after me..

He slept with his back to me, which made me jealous of his dreams. Hey. Hey. Wake up.

I once loved so hard I almost lost everything, including his life, including my own. Only then did I realize: perhaps love's physicality is death itself. I think I was taught that love, in its ideal form, is like a newborn baby: full of possibility, still warm from the heated privacy of the womb. But I think, at the end of my life, I won't see a figure cloaked in black velvet or a swirling void waiting to take me - I will see the face of love. It will be a recognizable light, the one that lived behind all those other faces I knew up close, the light I suspected but could never prove. When I see the face of love, I won't be afraid. I will see what I've been searching for all my life.

What's the end of longing? More longing.

What's the point of longing? To continue.