Shannon Hale Quotes

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I do like the world quite a lot.

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.

... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

Being a writer is a good, good thing.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.

I know I would crumble if I lost you.

I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked. Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know.

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.

I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?

For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.

We know it's all just daydreaming...But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth.

He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

They weren't nice words he said. He could've lived a good life and died never having made a person feel rubbed down to bones and too sad to hold together.