Top 60 Sara Baume Quotes (2024 Update)

1. “This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.”

— Sara Baume

2. “I’m fifty-seven. Too old for starting over, too young for giving up.”

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3. “I tried to think of a vice I want to sacrifice, and ended up reasoning that I need my bad habits, desperately, just to coax myself through each day.”

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4. “I believe: I am less fearful of being alone than I am of not being able to be alone.”

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5. “It’s a sad place, but then I seem to find most places sad, and maybe it’s me who’s sad and not the places after all. Maybe there’s nowhere I can go, and no point in going.”

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6. “The old summer’s-end melancholy nips at my heels. There’s no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.”

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7. “See how community is only a good thing when you’re a part of it.”

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8. “I was wrong to try and impose something of my humanity on you, when being human never did me any good.”

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9. “There really isn’t much wrong with me,′ I say, ’it’s just that, well, I’m not like other people; I don’t want the things they want. And this is not right, I mean, in other people’s eyes, and I feel as though they feel they are duty-bound to normalise me, that it isn’t okay just to not want the things they want, you know?”

— Sara Baume

10. “I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won’t do anything about it. That I will only remain here and wait for death to indulge me.”

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11. “Gossamer ribbons swing from your beard and when they hit the kitchen tiles they form a viscous puddle of drool. There’s something resplendent about the way you sit in your viscous drool, and it suits you. Resplendence suits you.”

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12. “Appreciate the people around you. Don’t replump their pillows until they return safely in the evening.”

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13. “And I wonder if any of the road-kill creatures actually wanted to die and threw themselves beneath the speeding wheels. A lethargic swallow who couldn’t bear the prospect of flying all the way back to Africa again. An insomniac hedgehog who couldn’t stand the thought of lying awake all winter with no one to talk to.”

— Sara Baume

14. “But with summer comes hope, and with hope comes disappointment.”

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15. “I don’t want to say hello, nor do I want him to know that I’ve seen him and failed to say hello.”

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16. “It’s only now you’re gone I see how you’re my reason for doing things. Now I’m a stiltwalker with the stilts removed. My emptied trouser legs flap in the wind and I can’t remember how to walk without being precipitously propped.”

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17. “No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they’re already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.”

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18. “My only chance is to pretend it’s a day like any other; to keep the despair only as great as on all the others.”

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19. “I’ve never been anywhere in the world. I wouldn’t know how to get there in the first place.”

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20. “But now I remember, of course, I’m never going to be old.”

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21. “I lie down and let life leave its footprints on me.”

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22. “But I know I will do neither; nothing. I have all the time in the world, and yet, I can’t be bothered.”

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23. “So it’s as if,′ I say, ‘I’m okay in my own bones, but I know that my bones aren’t living up to other people’s version of what a life should be, and I feel a little crushed by that, to be honest, a little confused as to how to align the two things: to be an acceptable member of society but to be able to be my own bones both at once.”

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24. “I realise that you were not born with a predetermined capacity for wonder, as I’d believed. I realise that you fed it up yourself from tiny pieces of the world. I realise it’s up to me to follow your example and nurture my own wonder, morsel by morsel by morsel.”

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25. “It’s time to accept that I am average, and to stop making this acceptance of my averageness into a bereavement.”

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26. “See the bird walk, the information board, the noble fir in all its hollow frippery. See the takeaway, the chip shop. The pub, the other pub. The grocer’s and the hairdressing salon, all shut. See the community we were insidiously hounded from. See how community is only a good thing when you’re a part of it.”

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27. “Though I am naturally curious about people, I’m also naturally uneasy when they are right in front of me; when I am right in front of them.”

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28. “My phone doesn’t ring and the doorbell doesn’t either and I begin to wonder whether I am still alive.”

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29. “What did I use to do all day without you? Already I can’t remember.”

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30. “But no, now I see I never meant to Ben what Ben meant to me. If there was anything I said which resonated in return, he found a better speech elsewhere. My romance went no further than his coat.”

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31. “I decided that if I didn’t allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn’t have to wake up again and despair.”

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32. “This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.”

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33. “What is it about crying? As if my body believes that squeezing all its salt out might somehow quell the sadness. As if sadness is a parasite which suckles on sodium chloride.”

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34. “I lie down and think about how this whole long, strange summer ought to end in a substantial event. But, probably, won’t. For the first time I acknowledge the possibility that nothing will die, or change, or even happen.”

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35. “Whether or not I want to see him, I do not want him to see me.”

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36. “I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate up to my bedroom. I knew they must have thought me aloof, or a little bit eccentric, or maybe even unkind, but I didn’t care. Once the kitchen door swung shut behind me, I was alone, and so everything was okay.”

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37. “I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.”

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38. “Life never misses an opportunity to upscuttle us, I think. Life likes to tell us it told us so.”

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39. “My sadness isn’t a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog. It takes the sheen off everything. It rolls the world in soot. It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoop.”

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40. “I knew precisely what things I wanted to do – and when and why – and I was deeply resentful of other people’s attempts to enforce structure on my days.”

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41. “I’m afraid of losing you, I never expected I could be so stupidly afraid of losing you.”

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42. “I look at the cake in my mother’s arms and think: here stands the only person in the whole world who’d go to such trouble for fractious, ungrateful me.”

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43. “I’ve always longed to have a patch of personal wilderness. Of waist-high grass entwined with wildflowers through which I can prance; within which I can lie down and disappear from sight.”

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44. “But it’s too late, I’m sorry. Now I have no idea how things begin, nor how to know that they are safe, nor how to show strangers we are safe too.”

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45. “It happens so seldom; I must catch and keep this slender yearning, a rare beetle in a jam-jar trap. But mustering will is not the same as wanting. I lie in the garden and think about all the footsteps between my body on the grass and my pencil-case and notebook on the table in the sun room. All the muscles I have to flex and relax to get myself there.”

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46. “In the face of immense tragedy – yet again – unexpected beauty.”

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47. “I can’t remember the name of the piece, or the artist. Maybe it wasn’t even an artwork. Why must I automatically assume that every strange object is a sculpture, that every public display of unorthodox behavior is an act of performance.”

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48. “People don’t like it when you say real things.”

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49. “Sometimes things happen that give me cause to believe I no longer exist. Car park barriers which do not lift when I drive towards them, automatic doors which do not open automatically as I approach.”

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50. “Why must I test myself? Because no one else will, not anymore. Now that I am no longer a student of any kind, I must take responsibility for the furniture inside my head. I must slide new drawers into chests and attach new rollers to armchairs. I must maintain the old highboys and sideboards and whatnots. Polish, patch, dust, buff.”

— Sara Baume