Robert James Waller Quotations

Life is never easy for those who dream.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime!

The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in the arts. The market kills more artistic people than anything else. It's a world of safety out there, for most people. They want safety, the magazines and manufacturers give them safety, give them homogeneity, give them the familiar and comfortable, don't challenge them.

It's kind of strange-- in fiction you get to tell lies and are applauded for it.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there's still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

The curse of modern times is the propensity of male hormones in places where they can do the most damage

This is why I'm here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you.

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

Complex things are easy to do. Simplicity's the real challenge.

Such physical matters were nice, yet, to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children, in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected to move again only you don't remember what moves you because no one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

First you must have the images, then come the words.

Once a person knows a kiss and a kind word, you can't blame him for never wanting to live without them again. - "The Bridges of Madison County"

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies ...

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

The overriding problem with our country, and our world in general, is that we are, in large part, managed by incompetents. Most of these are men who have spent their lives seeking power rather than themselves.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

For we have come by different ways to this place... I can tell by the natural ease with which you wear fine clothes and the way your mouth moves when you speak with waiters in good restaurants. You have come the way of castles and cathedrals, of elegance and empire.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.