Sasha’s romanticized perception of the hotel rooms she stays in throughout the novel—both in the present and the past—symbolizes her failed attempts to find happiness by seeking out change. When she returns to Paris after a long absence, she books a room in a perfectly suitable hotel, but it isn’t long before she decides she needs a nicer, brighter room in a more luxurious establishment. Then, when the receptionist at the new hotel tells her about a particularly nice room, she feels as if her entire life will change for the better if she’s able to live there (even though she can’t afford it). When it becomes clear that she won’t be able to stay in this room, though, she returns to her original hotel and realizes that “all rooms are the same,” since they’re just places to “hide” from the terrors of the outside world. The fact that she romanticized the light-filled room so much but then completely gave up her search for a new hotel reveals her “grass is greener” mentality, indicating that she frequently yearns for new living arrangements but never manages to find a place that resolves her unhappiness.
Hotel Rooms Quotes in Good Morning, Midnight
I listen anxiously to this conversation. Suddenly I feel that I must have number 219, with bath—number 219, with rose-coloured curtains, carpet and bath. I shall exist on a different plane at once if I can get this room, if only for a couple of nights. It will be an omen. Who says you can’t escape from your fate? I’ll escape from mine, into room number 219. Just try me, just give me a chance.
‘Do you know what I feel about you? I think you are very lonely. I know, because for a long time I was lonely myself. I hated people, I didn’t want to see anyone. And then one day I thought: “No, this isn’t the way.” And now I go about a lot. I force myself to. I have a lot of friends; I’m never alone. Now I’m much happier.’
I have my arms round him and I begin to laugh, because I am so happy. I stand there hugging him, so terribly happy. Now everything is in my arms on this dark landing—love, youth, spring, happiness, everything I thought I’d lost. I was a fool, wasn’t I? to think all that was finished for me. How could it be finished?