There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was. Jennifer Donnelly More Quotes by Jennifer Donnelly More Quotes From Jennifer Donnelly I just love historical fiction. Jennifer Donnelly historical-fiction historical fiction Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them. Jennifer Donnelly liars Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare? Jennifer Donnelly heartache men needs Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan. Jennifer Donnelly airports should country Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching. Jennifer Donnelly be-careful shows world 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 littles boys thinking And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts. Jennifer Donnelly cutting I love you, too... I won't ever leave you again. I promise. I kept that promise. For love him I did. For nearly two years I spent almost every waking hour with him. Until he was taken from me. But I never left him. And I never will. Jennifer Donnelly taken love-you years Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either Jennifer Donnelly rose snow beautiful They leave things behind sometimes, the guests. A bottle of scent. A crumpled handkerchief. A pearl button that fell off a dress and rolled under a bed. And sometimes they leave other sorts of things. Things you can't see. A sigh trapped in a corner. Memories tangled in the curtains. A sob fluttering against the windowpane like a bird that flew in and can't get back out. I can feel these things. They dart and crouch and whisper. Jennifer Donnelly tangled bird memories I think your vision gets better as you get older. Jennifer Donnelly get-better vision thinking The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please Jennifer Donnelly want-something guitar sadness Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter. Jennifer Donnelly passion lonely eye On those nights, the words were for me alone. They came up unbidden from my heart. They spilled over my tongue and spilled out my mouth. And because of them, I, who was nothing and nobody, was a prince of Denmark, a maid of Verona, a queen of Egypt. I was a sour misanthrope, a beetling hypocrite, a conjurer's daughter, a mad and murderous king. Jennifer Donnelly daughter queens kings Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Webster’s International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get – a cold sick feeling deep down inside – when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know you will never be the same again. Jennifer Donnelly sick want feelings 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. Jennifer Donnelly rorschach people past Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard. Jennifer Donnelly yelling ifs heard Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy. Jennifer Donnelly guy listening sleep There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us. Jennifer Donnelly one-thing felt knows Becuse God loves us, but the devil takes an interest. Jennifer Donnelly devil interest god-love
