11 Inspiring Quotes from The Lotus Eaters (by Tatjana Soli)

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The Lotus Eaters Quotes

Clear now that she was as dependent as any addict on the drug of the war. He had underestimated the damage in her.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


Why did someone fall in love with you because you were one thing, and then want you to be something else?

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


This is what happened when one left one’s home – pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind. Pieces of her in Vietnam, some in this place of bone. She brought the letter to her nose. The smell of Vietnam: a mix of jungle and wetness and spices and rot. A smell she hadn’t realized she missed.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


She did not think it was true that women fell in love all at once, but rather, that they fell in love through repitition, just the way someone became brave.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


A woman sees war differently.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


Saigon in utter darkness this last night of the war. A gestating monster. Her letter to Linh had been simple: I love you more than life, but I had to see the end.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


No matter that they had been together for years, always a feeling of formality when they first saw each other again, even if the separation had been only hours. It had something to do with the attention [he] paid to her – the fact that he never took anyone’s return for granted.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


She consoled herself with the thought that the pictures were graphic enough to shake people up, stop them being complacent about what was happening, and if that meant the war would end sooner, those two deaths weren’t in vain. As she hoped, with less and less confidence each day, that Michael’s had not been in vain. Too much waste to bear.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


What was the point of living through history if you didn’t record it?

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


[They] believed that the worst way to die, was far from home. That one’s soul traveled the earth, lost forever. But this place was as much her home as [California]. She had lived out some of the most important parts of her life here – and if that didn’t qualify a place as home, what did?

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


Helen’s Saigon had always been about selling – chickens, information, or lovely young women, it didn’t matter. It had once been called the Pearl of the Orient, but by people who had not been there in a very long time. Saigon had never been Paris, but now it was a garrison town, unlovely, a stinking refugee shantyville filled with the angry, the betrayed, the dispossessed, but she had made it her home, and she couldn’t bear that soon she would have to leave.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters


She had always assumed that her life would end inside the war, that the war itself would be her eternal present, as it was for Darrow and for her brother. The possibility of time going on, her memories growing dim, the photographs of the battles turning from life into history terrified her.

— Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters