Friday, May 2, 2008

I hated waiting

Friday, May 2, 2008

“I hated waiting. If I had one particular complaint, it was that my life seemed composed entirely of expectation. I expected – an arrival, an explanation, an apology. There had never been one, a fact I could have accepted, were it not true, that just when I had got used to the limits and dimension of one moment, I was expelled into the next and made to wonder again if any shapes hid in its shadows. That most moments are substantially the same did not detract at all from the possibility that the next moment might be utterly different. And so the ordinary demanded unblinking attention. Any tedious hour might be the last of its kind.”

- Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping, 1980

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