Sonya Hartnett Quotes

She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.