I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy. Anita Diament More Quotes by Anita Diament More Quotes From Anita Diament Mountains are where heaven meets earth. Anita Diament mountain earth heaven When a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out. Anita Diament coming-out shy sun Right now, I'm Writing song lyrics. Experimenting with a play. Toying with an idea for a documentary. I hope one of these will eventually be launched into the light of day. Anita Diament light writing song Shakespeare in Love... such smart writing of an alternative view of history, and such beautiful acting. Like most Americans, I'm a sucker for the accent. Anita Diament smart writing beautiful One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked. Anita Diament lines writing littles The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff. Anita Diament puff hollywood real It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face. Anita Diament kissing air fall There's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America. Anita Diament remains america I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers. Anita Diament praying grandfather son As a journalist I'm comfortable doing library research, and I did a lot! I had a fellowship at Radcliff for a year which gave me access to the Harvard system. Anita Diament library-research doing-me years I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop. Anita Diament jazz kind world I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love. Anita Diament giving-up reading writing Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah. Anita Diament walks They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before. Anita Diament rainbow voice color I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy. Anita Diament magic feelings water One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope. Anita Diament sapphires tears blue I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. Anita Diament strong prayer song He was golden and beautiful as a sunset. Anita Diament golden sunset beautiful If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. Stories about food show a strong connection. Wistful silences demonstrate unfinished business. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter. Anita Diament daughter strong mother I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart. Anita Diament cry would-be heart
