Top 500 Ottessa Moshfegh Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “I felt hopeful. I felt I was on my way to a great transformation.”

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402. “Una notte la fotografai con la Polaroid e infilai la foto nella cornice dello specchio in soggiorno. Reva pensava fosse un gesto amorevole, ma la foto per me era un memento di quanto poco mi divertiva la sua compagnia se mi veniva voglia di chiamarla quando ero sotto l’effetto di farmaci.”

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403. “But of course she was dead wrong. We New Englanders are uptight for sure, but we have strong minds. We use our imaginations effectively. We don’t waste our brains on magical notions or useless frills, but we do have the ability to fantasize.”

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404. “Women killed children all the time. They are the closest to them and suffer the most having to raise them up.”

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405. “She wasn’t resting. She was not in a state of peace. She was in no state, not being. The peace to be had, I thought, watching them pull the sheet over her head, was mine.”

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406. “A serious rest. My mouth watered. Good strong American sleep. Those pills would scrape out the sludge of Infermiterol left in my mind. Then I’d feel better. Then I’d be set. I’d live easy. I’d think easy. My brain would glide. I looked at the assortment of pills in my palm. Good-bye, bad dream. I wished I had my Polaroid camera to document the scene.”

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407. “I wondered if they’d watched the grapes wither and shrivel up, if they’d had to go to the market to replace them, and if, before they threw the shriveled strand of grapes away, they’d eaten a few.”

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408. “She awoke in my heart some long-sleeping dragon.”

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409. “Never trust anyone who holds so strictly to decorum.”

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410. “Nothing calls more attention to one’s odor than a fragrance meant to mask it.”

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411. “And how nice it was to know that one could forget such things. We are resilient. We suffer, heal, and proceed.”

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412. “There was a tiny, living creature in her womb. The product of an accident. A side effect of delusion and sloppiness.”

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413. “All the men I’d ever been with, young as well as old, had been detached and unfriendly.”

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414. “My blind eye was the one real comfort I felt I could give her.”

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415. “When she arrived that Tuesday, bustling in from the frigid morning snowdrifts, she whirled off her coat as though in slow motion – this is how I remember it – and shook it like a bullfighter as she strode up the corridor toward me, hair rippling behind her, eyes like daggers shooting down straight through my heart to my guts. She was pure magic.”

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416. “Once Villiam caught his breath, he thanked the nun, promised her fine hospitality as long as she cared to stay, and then went on eating, a bit more carefully this time, engaging the priest in a long discussion of hell, its landscape, its economy, what kind of house the Devil lived in, how he managed his servants, and how he had escaped into the realm of Earth. And then he asked, as though he might be serious, ‘How long will God keep heaven’s gate closed? Hypothetically speaking.”

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417. “At that moment, I felt happy. Meeting Rebecca was like learning to dance, discovering jazz. It was like falling in love for the first time. I had always been waiting for my future to erupt around me in an avalanche of glory, and now I felt it was really happening. Rebecca was all it took. Per aspera ad astra.”

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418. “I loved Reva, but I didn’t like her anymore.”

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419. “The sound of tires on the wet pavement. A window was open so I could hear it. The sweet smell of spring crept in. The world was out there still, but I hadn’t looked at it in months. It was too much to consider it all, stretching out, a circular planet covered in creatures and things growing, all of it spinning slowly on an axis created by what-some freak accident? It seemed implausible. The world could be flat just as easily as it could be round. Who could prove anything?”

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420. “Love can reappear, too, but never again unscathed. The second round is inevitably accompanied by doubt, intention, self-disgust.”

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421. “You seem depressed,” she said with concern. I said I wasn’t depressed; I was just bored. I hadn’t considered that if the only thing that keeps you going all day is knowing you’ll get to turn on the TV after dinner, you probably are depressed.”

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422. “It all seemed so trite. “Why tell stories?” he wondered aloud. “As soon as something is over, that’s it. Why revive it constantly? Things happen, and then more things, inevitably, happen next. So?” He shrugged. His hands trembled. He tried to smile, but he was now, indeed, terribly overcome.”

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423. “I could see they were connected to something that had immense power over them. This was what happened when the mindspace was the internet, I thought. One loses one’s sense of self. One’s mind can go anywhere. And at the same time, the mind becomes lame when it is connected to something so consuming.”

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424. “What brings you here?” she asked. “Depression?”

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425. “The worst crime I could commit in his eyes was to do anything for my own pleasure, anything outside of my daughterly duties. Evidence of a will of my own was seen as the ultimate betrayal.”

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426. “The servants’ faith excluded marriage. They didn’t believe a man should own a woman, nor should a man be responsible for her welfare. They believed that everyone should be free to do as they please. The.”

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427. “I slept around in spurts, going out more, then less. Nothing ever panned out in terms of “love.” Reva often spoke about “settling down.” That sounded like death to me.”

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428. “He struck me as a reptilian, small-hearted being, someone placed on a planet to strike a chord with similar people, people who distracted themselves with money and conversation rather than sink their hands and teeth into the world around them. Shallow, I guess. But there were worse people on this Earth.”

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429. “I was born into privilege,” I told Ping Xi. “I am not going to squander that. I’m not a moron.”

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430. “But it was all very regulated, I thought. It was all totally aboveboard. I just wanted to sleep all the time. I had a plan. “I’m not a junkie or something,” I said defensively.”

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431. “I simply can’t have roommates. I like my own space.”

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432. “I was never allowed to have any pets. Sometimes I think a puppy might have changed everything.”

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433. “I doubt she deserved the amount of hatred I directed at her, but I loathed just about everybody back then.”

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434. “Weekends I was only awake for a few hours a day. And when I was awake, I wasn’t fully so, but in a kind of murk, a dim state between the real and the dream. I got sloppy and lazy at work, grayer, emptier, less there. This pleased me, but having to do things became very problematic. When people spoke, I had to repeat what they’d said in my mind before understanding it. I told Dr. Tuttle I was having trouble concentrating. She said it was probably due to “brain mist.”

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435. “A little lying never hurt anybody. It kept the bounds of what one person was distinct from what another person was.”

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436. “I heard a child ask his young mother, pointing to a bird that looked like a psychedelic crow. Its feathers were iridescent black, a rainbow reflected in the gleaming darkness, eyes bright white and alive, vigilant. “A grackle,” the woman replied.”

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437. “To hell with God. And to hell with your father.”

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438. “I wanted the old half life back.”

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439. “He didn’t believe she could carry a child to term. She was too old – already twenty-eight – and too frail.”

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440. “No man is worth paying for,” I told her.”

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441. “He was incapable of forgiveness because he was so addled by his own grief and grudges.”

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442. “The silver key opened her apartment door. I walked inside. “Hello?” I could have sworn I smelled puke in the darkness.”

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443. “I didn’t want her to leave. The white glare off the overhead light gleamed across her collarbones. She was beautiful, with all her nerves and all her complicated, circuitous feelings and contradictions and fears.”

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444. “What I mean to say is that I was not fundamentally unattractive. I was just invisible.”

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445. “The very fact that other people moved their bowels filled me with awe.” p. 110-111.”

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446. “Maybe she should keep the baby, I thought. Maybe a baby would wake her up.”

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447. “She packed everything into the shopping bags with the urgent efficiency of someone building a sand castle at sundown, as the tide comes in. Like a dream you know will end. If I move fast enough, I won’t wake the gods.”

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448. “I hoped that they’d had some respect for the stuff they were immortalizing.”

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449. “His own struggles seemed like petty complications, meaningless snags in the dull itinerary that was his life. Why couldn’t he live by instinct and appetite, be primitive, be free?”

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450. “He wasn’t interested in understanding himself or evolving. He just wanted to shock people. And he wanted people to love and despise him for it. His audience, of course, would never truly be shocked. People were only delighted at his concepts. He was an art-world hack. But he was successful.”

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