Do I look as pretty as I feel?
Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and embers and left the rest of the world behind to smolder.
The things which are denied to us in life will never create a cage for our souls.
But we are stronger for what’s happened to us. I am stronger, even if I couldn’t see it at first. We have been given the gift of understanding that we can come through struggle and pain. We have built new families in place of the ones that cast us out. We have learned that life is one journey, and the purpose is not to reach some treasure at the end of it, but to find the courage to decide which paths to take, who to travel with, and to let things fall into place as they should and will.
Half-truths only added up to a whole lie.
He has gone to a place I cannot find him. I cannot sing him home.
How about a kiss, hey?” Etta liked that she was still able to startle him, just a little. The blank look of concentration broke as he barked out a laugh. “I don’t know if that’s a wise idea. We’d never leave.
I wanted to tell her not to worry about this, that I was coming to see the heavier your heart got, the stronger you had to be to keep carrying it around.
What good is honour when greed eats away at its foundations?
A snake could shed its skin, but never change its color.
Black is the color.
You realize that by doing this, all you’re accomplishing is reinforcing in America-throughout the world- that the word different means bad, ugly, dangerous.
Mind the hour, mind the date, and find that path which does not run straight.
I want the whole of you, and would never give you less of me.
We’ve inherited the darkest legacy, but they don’t know that we’ve learned how to thrive in shadows and create our own light.
Jude was down there. He was down there. And the last place I would ever leave Jude was alone in the dark.
I don’t need a protector,” Etta said. “I need a partner.
All I hear are Satan’s hammers and the war drums of hell, thank you.
Half the men worship at her feet; the other half have already proposed marriage, including young Jack, who has sworn to his dear ‘miss’ that he’ll be true if she’ll only wait a few more years for him.
She would drive a saint to murder. Like, ten-stab-wounds-to-the-torso murder.” “Good thing you’re not a saint.