Cynthia Hand Quotes

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

Writers have superpowers.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

I’ve learned that a storm isn’t always just bad weather, and a fire can be the start of something. I’ve found out that there are a lot more shades of gray in this world than I ever knew about. I’ve learned that sometimes, when you´re afraid but you keep on moving forward, that’s the biggest kind of courage there is. And finally, I’ve learned that life isn’t really about failure and success. It’s about being present, in the moment when big things happen, when everything changes, including myself.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.