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Michael Cunningham’s “The Hours” Quotes (22 Quotes)


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  • She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the room of her house, and when she glanced over at this new book on her nightstand, stacked atop the one she finished last night, she reached for it automatically, as if reading were the singular and obvious first task of the day, the only viable way to negotiate the transit from sleep to obligation.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • Beauty is a whore, I like money better.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")


  • The vestibule door opens onto a June morning so fine and scrubbed Classira pauses at the threshold as she would at the edge of a pool, watching the turquoise water lapping at the tiles, the liquid nets of sun wavering in the blue depths. As if standing at the edge of a pool she delays for a moment the plunge, the quick membrane of chill, the plain shock of immersion.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • He is still, at times, astonished by her. She may be the most intelligent woman in England, he thinks. Her books may be read for centuries.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")

  • Like the morning you walked out of that old house, when you were eighteen and I was, well, I had just turned nineteen, hadn't I? I was a nineteen-year-old and I was in love with Louis and I was in love with you, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of you walking out a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy, in your underwear. Isn't it strange?
    (Michael Cunningham, "The Hours")


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