Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and a gratefulness, too, that you have the choice to not be out in it. You can sit at the table and look out the window and not have to feel what you see.
Elizabeth BergNo one wants to mother more vigilantly than a woman who is childless and wishes she wasn’t.
Elizabeth BergIt is never about how good your voice is; it is only about feeling the urge to sing, and then having the courage to do it with the voice you are given.
Elizabeth BergAs a writer, you should have a sticky soul; the act of continually taking things in should be as much a part of you as your hair color.
Elizabeth BergThe things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.
Elizabeth Berg