Richard Brookhiser Quotes

You can no more keep a Martini in the refrigerator than you can keep a kiss there.

How does it feel when you're alone and you're cold inside

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.

Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.

Be an empty page, untouched by words.

Empty words almost echo within themselves

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

There's a big difference, I discovered, between wanting to die and not wanting to live. When you want to die, you at least have a goal. When you don't want to live, you're really just empty. That's the point I was at before I was able to make.

Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.

It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling — that really hollowed-out feeling.

Death is the room that is always empty.

I’m cold,' Snowden said softly, 'I’m cold.' 'You’re going to be all right, kid,' Yossarian reassured him with a grin. 'You’re going to be all right.' 'I’m cold,' Snowden said again in a frail, childlike voice. 'I’m cold.' 'There, there,' Yossarian said, because he did not know what else to say. 'There, there.' 'I’m cold,' Snowden whimpered. 'I’m cold.' 'There, there. There, there.

I never feel empty. I travel a lot and I think about other films.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

If you feel incomplete, you alone must fill yourself with love in all your empty shattered spaces

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.

But no matter how many fish in the sea, itd be so empty without me.

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.