Quotes from Light on Snow

Anita Shreve ·  282 pages

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“I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.”
― Anita Shreve, quote from Light on Snow


“My mother taught me to knit when I was seven. I forgot about knitting until one day I saw Marion at the counter with hers and confessed that I knew how. Confessed is the right word. In those days, in the early 1980s, knitting was not a hobby a preteen would readily admit to. But Marion, every enthusiastic, pounced upon me and insisted that I show her something I'd made. I did -- a misshapen scarf -- which she priased exravagantly. she lent me a raspberry-colored wool for another project, a hat for myself. Since then I've been knitting pretty continuously. It's addictive and it's soothing, and fora a few minutes anyway, it makes me feel closer to my mother.”
― Anita Shreve, quote from Light on Snow


“She's a good person to hug, because her body fills up all the empty spaces.”
― Anita Shreve, quote from Light on Snow


“Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out”
― Anita Shreve, quote from Light on Snow


About the author

Anita Shreve
Born place: in Dedham, Massachusetts
Born date October 7, 1946
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