Nicole Krauss Quotes

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

What I felt is the same kind of love I felt between Waylon and his audience. And that's what I miss.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

I waited for my first kiss.

My first love was basketball.

Everyone romanticizes somebody.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

It's weird, when I go back to San Francisco, the few times that I've done shows there since leaving, it still feels like I live there. It's very, very strange for me. That's where my daughter was born, at UCSF. I have this huge attachment to San Francisco. It's like a love affair.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I love New York. A part of me will always be here. What can I say.

When you love something, it never goes away.

Once you fall for someone, their smell can be a powerful thing. Women will wear their boyfriends' T-shirts, and throughout tales in history men have held on to their lover's handkerchief.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

If I go into exile, hope remains with me, because I will preserve my people’s affection, which will live in my people’s hearts forever until my last breath.

I'm a sucker for a love song!

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

I'm a deeply romantic person, nostalgic to a fault.

Sydney has taken my money, Melbourne has my respect, but Adelaide has taken my heart; I shall return.

I'll take lying in your arms tonight over and above any love I've known. Memories may find me, but they'll always be behind me. I'll take today over yesterday, anyday.

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big serf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.

When my life is throughAnd the angels ask me to recallThe thrill of them allThen I shall tell themI remember you

Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.

Dear Sweetheart, do you ever think of me? Just the other day I was thinking of you. I'm pretty sure it was you.