Glenda Millard Quotes

Sometimes words come out of me and I don't know where they come from or why. They're like falling stars tumbling through the universe; bright, burning things that can't be stopped.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark.

Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part.

I don't make promises in case I can't keep them. Sometimes you can't help it; things stop you.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye

I wasn't going to let things happen to me any more. I was going to make them happen.

When the doors closed behind me I felt like a bird had got inside my chest and was beating its wings trying to get loose, and it wasn't leaving much room for me to breathe.

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

I couldn't remember anyone hugging me like that before.

... and all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

..so Grandpa turned the rusty latchkey of his magnificent remembery and set free a symphony of stories

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.