Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution Quotes
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either
Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.
History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.
Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.
He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.
I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.
When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.
She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.
Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?
Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.
Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.
I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.
One expects decent people to stand up for the good of all. Decent people shut their doors and hide behind them as decent people do. Massacres could never happen if it weren't for decent people.
Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.
And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts.
Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.
She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.
Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.
Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras keeping them warm.
