I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own. Jennifer Donnelly More Quotes by Jennifer Donnelly More Quotes From Jennifer Donnelly Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where it counts. In 'ere. Jennifer Donnelly strong noise men Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be. Jennifer Donnelly light sight sometimes I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is. Jennifer Donnelly kings heart love Most people, if they were generous, were so because they thought life was short and that one must make the most of it. Sid Baxter was generous because he knew that life was long. It went on and on even when you had no use for it anymore. It was happiness, not life, that was short, and when it visited - in the form of a fine evening spent talking with a friend - he honoured it. Jennifer Donnelly talking long people Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words. Jennifer Donnelly words-of-wisdom voice feelings Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else. Jennifer Donnelly grief would-be writing I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people. Jennifer Donnelly voice feelings people Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous. Jennifer Donnelly gun missing book My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle's money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed. Jennifer Donnelly uncles brother father Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox Jennifer Donnelly care sorry said It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope. Jennifer Donnelly violent sin hot She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams. Jennifer Donnelly soulmate flesh dream For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine. Jennifer Donnelly want heart looks The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not. Jennifer Donnelly stupid goes-on world 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. Jennifer Donnelly beautiful long people The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius. Jennifer Donnelly obscure genius taste It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night. Jennifer Donnelly dad mom home Things are NEVER what they seem, Pa, I thought. I used to think they were, but I was wrong or stupid or blind or something. Old folks are forever complaining about their failing eyesight, but I think your vision gets better as you get older. Mine surely was. Jennifer Donnelly stupid forever thinking I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does. Jennifer Donnelly rip hurt heart Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insame. Hey, let's have a crepe. Jennifer Donnelly hey brother mother
