Alice Hoffman Quotes - Page 2

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances

My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.

Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.

I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are

When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.

Fairytales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the sub-conscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and as true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain and the ones that left a trace of lemon on your fingers, the ones that were the color of blood, and those that were as white as clouds. Each one was sweeter than the next and as red as gemstones.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them

There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.