“We are like water, aren’t we? We can be fluid, flexible when we have to be. But strong and destructive, too.” And something else, I think to myself. Like water, we mostly follow the path of least resistance.”
“Maybe that's what love is. Having someone who guides you through different experiences, coaxes you to try news things but still makes you feel safe.”
“a life we didn't choose, chose us”
“One thing I’ve learned in my program is that guilt is a wasted emotion, you know? Look back on the past but don’t stare.”
“A life I didn't choose chose me.”
“So maybe that’s what love means. Having the capacity to forgive the one who wronged you, no matter how deep the hurt was.”
“That’s often the case, of course—that creation and madness begin to dance with each other.”
“The “what-ifs”: they’ll do a number on you.”
“Il destino mischia le carte, ma siamo noi a giocare la partita. Destiny shuffles the cards, but we are the ones who must play the game.”
“Sometimes we want something to be true so badly that we convince ourselves that it is true.”
“All I’m saying, Dad, is that I accept that I don’t know. But I have faith that my Lord and Savior does, so I’m putting myself in His hands. Humbling myself to a wisdom that’s above and beyond me and praying for His guidance.”
“comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable:”
“So maybe that’s what love means. Having the capacity to forgive the one who wronged you, no matter how deep the hurt was. At any rate, I’m glad she doesn’t know about the corpse that’s down there in that well. I’ve spared her that much.”
“That coincidence is God’s way of staying invisible?”
“It’s as if the work on your canvas has a will of its own. When that happens, it can be quite exciting. But disturbing, too, when, as the painter, you are not in control of your painting.”
“Of course, all of the coolest icons overdosed and died years ago, which is just as well. How depressing would it be to see a gray-haired Jimi Hendrix wearing a cardigan sweater and reminiscing about the soundtrack of the Summer of Love?”
“Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference.”
“This is where the pot is strongest now: at the place where it had been broken.”
“Change what you can, accept what you can’t, and be smart enough to know the difference. Viveca comes downstairs first and heads into the”
“This was a career, not an emotional disorder.”
“Motherless children have a hard time when the mother is gone. That”
“Motherless children have a hard time when the mother is gone.”
“and yet she continues to skip rope in my mind and on my canvases, raising her dark, hopeful face to the sky, innocent of the depth of people’s cruelty toward “the other”—those who, for whatever reason, must swim against the tide instead of letting it carry them. . . .”
“It lands halfway down the skirt. The red wine against the green silk makes it look like Gaia, the primordial earth mother, is having her period. I know I should feel guilty. Contrite. I should be rushing to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of club soda before the stain sets, or rushing Viveca’s dress down the street to that dry cleaning place. But I’m not contrite. I’m a little giddy, in fact. I pour another mug of wine and throw it at the other three dresses. In some places the wine seeps in and it dribbles down to the hems in others. I do it again: pour, splash. I feel like Jackson Pollock must have felt, except I’m not dribbling paint; I’m staining beauty with blood.”
“I understand there was some controversy about the coroner’s ruling concerning Josephus Jones’s”
“Too bad I didn't know you back then, I would have come and rescued you." Like he was Prince Charming or something. Which he is, in a way, because he rescued me from the simple, uncomplicated life I thought I liked until I realized how much I was missing. How lonely that life had been: going to work, going home, and watching TV, going places by myself on weekends.”
“If you want people to flock to art, lure them with pancakes.”
“Maybe that’s what love is. Having someone who guides you through different experiences, coaxes you to try new things but still makes you feel safe.”
“When a painting I’m working on becomes my singular focus—when I am “in the zone,” as I’ve heard people put it—a trancelike state will sometimes overtake me.”
“During the Labor Day Hurricane of 1935, winds were past 200 miles per house and people caught outside were sandblasted to death. Rescue workers found nothing but their shoes and belt buckles… In 1938, the hurricane put downtown Providence, Rhode Island, under 10 feet of ocean. The waves generated by that storm were so huge that they literally shook the earth; seismographs in Alaska picked up their impact 5,000 miles away.”
“They, especially, taught me that you can't go through life not liking people because they didn't have to work as hard or come as far as you did.”
“Blaire,
This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you’ve shed over holding your mother’s piece of satin. The tears you’ve shed over each loss you’ve experienced. But it also represents the tears we’ve both shed as we’ve felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I’ve shed over the fact I’ve been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I’m humbled that you chose me.
This is your something blue.
I love you,
Rush”
“Джесси обнял Фиону, положил голову ей на плечо, и что-то в этой картине – его темная голова рядом с ее светлой – напомнило Мэгги о том, какой она еще до замужества рисовала себе семейную жизнь. Далеко не той, что сложилась у нее. Мэгги думала тогда, что брак гораздо сильнее изменяет людей – две противоположности сходятся, чуть ли не с грохотом и треском. Она полагала, что, когда выйдет замуж, все ее проблемы точно рукой снимет, – вот так, собираясь в отпуск, ты оставляешь неразрешенными несколько запутанных задач, да еще и с легкостью, как будто никогда не вернешься назад и не столкнешься с ними снова. Ошибалась, разумеется. Однако, глядя в те мгновения на Джесси и Фиону, Мэгги почти поверила в справедливость своих давних представлений. Она ушла в дом, тихо закрыла за собой сетчатую дверь и решила, что все кончится хорошо.”
“Menen Horacen luo ja puristan hänenkin kättään. En pysty sanomaan mitään, koska tunnen jollakin merkillisellä tavalla rakastavani häntä ja toivon että hän olisi isäni, eikä silloin ole helppo puhua. Hän ei sano mitään koska tietää hyvin että tällaisina hetkinä sanoilla ei ole merkitystä. Hän vain taputtaa minua olalle, ja viimeinen mitä Port Warehousesissa kuulen on Eddie Lynchin ääni kun hän sanoo miehille takaisin töihin siitä, senkin vetelä mulkkulauma.”
BookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, memorable and interesting quotes from great books. As the world communicates more and more via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become more relevant and important. For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a philosophy by which we live. For all of us, quotes are a great way to remember a book and to carry with us the author’s best ideas.
We thoughtfully gather quotes from our favorite books, both classic and current, and choose the ones that are most thought-provoking. Each quote represents a book that is interesting, well written and has potential to enhance the reader’s life. We also accept submissions from our visitors and will select the quotes we feel are most appealing to the BookQuoters community.
Founded in 2023, BookQuoters has quickly become a large and vibrant community of people who share an affinity for books. Books are seen by some as a throwback to a previous world; conversely, gleaning the main ideas of a book via a quote or a quick summary is typical of the Information Age but is a habit disdained by some diehard readers. We feel that we have the best of both worlds at BookQuoters; we read books cover-to-cover but offer you some of the highlights. We hope you’ll join us.