It seems like all the time people are making themselves, but they don't really know it. You can only have true visions when you look behind. A person can slide so fast into being something they never really intended. I wonder if you can truly resurrect your own self.

— Elizabeth Berg

I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.

— Elizabeth Berg

I was downstairs, reading."" Now?" I strained to see her face. She was smiling, it appeared." Yes, now," she said. "It's nice, sometimes, to read in the middle of the night. The sky is so dark and soft-looking outside the window, all the stars out. You have just on light on, you know, and it seems to pour onto the page. Makes the book seem better. You are this little island, just up alone with a book. And you heard the night sounds of the house... It's so interesting to me, that sound. Time. The measure of it.

— Elizabeth Berg

I will be so glad for you to hear not the sounds of gunfire but the sounds of church bells, and of people working in peace.

— Elizabeth Berg

I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?

— Elizabeth Berg

Just one look, and then I knew that all I longed for long ago was you

— Elizabeth Berg

Life comes with problems, you have to accept that. And you have to try to lead the simple life; to not constantly ask questions about the why's and the wherefores of everything.

— Elizabeth Berg

Nothing helped until the day she took a tablet and pencil into the basement and moved the event out of her and onto paper, where it was reshaped into a kind of simple equation: loss equaled the need to love again, more.

— Elizabeth Berg

Now he understood. After a while, pain simply stopped. It was as though your mind was able to create a firewall beyond which it would not let you venture. You had to have a break from your anguish, or you'd go crazy. It was the psychological equivalent to fainting when physical pain became overbearing.

— Elizabeth Berg

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to crinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

— Elizabeth Berg