And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world. Meg Rosoff More Quotes by Meg Rosoff More Quotes From Meg Rosoff The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked Meg Rosoff black soldier letters This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread. Meg Rosoff miraculous dread alternatives If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all. Meg Rosoff losing-everything war thinking Staying alive was what we did to pass the time. Meg Rosoff staying-alive staying alive My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless. Meg Rosoff hopeless daughter mother Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions. Meg Rosoff conditions accepting responsibility A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen. Meg Rosoff piano nice fall If you have the patience to wait and watch, history will reshape truth (weakest of all forces, and weightless) in the image of opinion. What really happened will cease to matter and, eventually, cease to exist. Meg Rosoff matter waiting watches The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them. Meg Rosoff trying average long Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes. Meg Rosoff clothes fate men I've noticed that the magic getting along with someone isn't really magic. If you break it down, you can see how it happens. You say something a bit off-center and see if they react. If they get it, they push it a bit further. Then it's your turn again. And theirs. And so on, until it's banter. Once it's banter, it's friendship. Meg Rosoff banter magic break I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields. Meg Rosoff fetch horse morning It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP? Meg Rosoff balls giants fire After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Meg Rosoff knows I guess the difference between Gin and me is that when Gin got shut in the barn she thought Edmond didn't love her anymore but because I could feel Edmond out there somewhere always loving me I didn't have to howl all night. Meg Rosoff barns differences night At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person. Meg Rosoff despair events ideas I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend. Meg Rosoff lucky-charms mad love-you I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get? Meg Rosoff imaginary persons dog The facts of his existence are plain. I know that he will never silence those unspeakable voices. He heard how people killed, and how they died and their voices infected him, coursed through his body, poisoned him. He didn't know how to turn off the noise, or turn the hate back out onto the world like the rest of us. He turned it on himself. You could see that from the scars on him. Meg Rosoff voice hate people I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of. Meg Rosoff pipers scared ghost
