Al Snow Quotes
A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.
I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.
Like Aurelia, he is a lover of humanity in all its quirks and foibles, quick to delight and slow to judge.
We both loved the birds and animals and plants. We both felt far happier out of doors. I felt a peace in nature that I could never find in the human world, as you know.
But I have come to learn there is no peace while others suffer.
He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.
I would not want a husband who valued my appearance more than my wit.
I expect everyone in Boston has something like that ring, which is why I am glad I have never been to Boston.
I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.
On closer examination, we are simply a banal tragedy spread over two generations.
Your daughter's coming of age, you ought to let her see the world a little.
A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
Let me tell you something, kid, " said Mrs. H of Boston and Beacon Hill. "Magic is just a word for what's left to the powerless once everyone else has eaten their fill.
For everything sacred has the substance of dreams and memories, and so we experience the miracle of what is separated from us by time or distance suddenly being made tangible.
I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.
People can't really sympathize with you properly when you've woken them up
This was a cruel world she had been born into, all pink and squirming. She'd never wanted to see reality. Now, like the cold, it was impossible to ignore.
The Art of Writing for Children is the knowledge of what is significant to them
A child who is born is something to seek out, something to search for, a star, a northern light, a column of energy in the universe. And a child who dies-that's an abomination.
Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.
Baby, God ain't gonna bless you with another woman's husband, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others.
No matter what happens, no matter who turns on me, no matter what pompous swine thinks he has power over me, I am still me. I will always be me.
You've just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move on.
Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen, " he says in response.
I’m not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past...and our future. It’s a fact of life.
Sounds of depression remembering rejection Hope turns to despair black roses everywhereKeep hearing echoes voices in my mind repeating endless lies evil in disguise
With age I have voluntarily chosen certain limitations. I don't have the energy to start over again. To learn new skills or fight my own personality or figure out diesel engines.
A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love.
Can you just trust in our love, without asking me to prove it every single second?
Since it has quietly began to snow, new distances have awakened within me.
To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.
I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for the people I had met and the people I had lost.
I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it.
I realized, it is not the time that heals, but what we do within that time that creates positive change.
It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.
It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it
I felt so alone on that train... a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.
It is extraordinary how the human mind sees what it anticipates and is blind to anything that could not be dreamed of.
...being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.
old stories are like old friends (...) you have to visit them from time to time.
War makes animals of men, and we can't let that happen to us. If we do, we won't have any chance of survival.
Being able to pick and read good waves is almost more important than surfing well.
The scales will always tip in favor of what enriches your life. That’s the thing you’ll end up choosing.
There's a whole world all around more interesting, wonderful, terrifying, mysterious, amazing than any novel ever written. Pay attention. Take a chance. Dare life.
But that night in her dream she flew high above the earth in a moonless sky. Behind her, like a falling star, sailed a silver sled.