Alice Hoffman Quotes
-
Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldn’t help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth. I noticed them all: the ones who’d lost their way, the ones who’d lived their lives in ashes, the ones who had to prove themselves, the ones who, like me, had lost the ability to feel.
→ -
He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.
→ -
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.
→ -
I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist
→ -
My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.
→ -
People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?
→ -
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
→ -
This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell.
→ -
It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.
→ -
I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.
→ -
Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.
→ -
The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.
→ -
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.
→ -
I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.
→ -
The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.
→ -
Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?
→ -
I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working
→ -
A red map isn't easy to follow. Any document made of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done. If you follow, if you dare, the thread always leads to whomever or whatever you've forgotten.
→ -
And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.
→ -
You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.
→ -
Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.
→ -
Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.
→ -
Everything was red, the air, the sun, whatever I looked at. Except for him. I fell in love with someone who was human. I watched him walk through the hills and come back in the evening when his work was through. I saw things no woman would see: that he knew how to cry, that he was alone. I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was.
→ -
I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.
→ -
Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.
→ -
Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.
→ -
They say that dogs may dream, and when Topsy was old, his feet would move in his sleep. With his eyes closed he would often make a noise that sounded quite human, as if greeting someone in his dreams. At first it seemed that he believed Sara would return, but as the years went by I understood that his loyalty asked for no reward, and that love comes in unexpected forms. His wish was small, as hers had been -- merely to be beside her. As for me, I already knew I would never get what I wanted.
→ -
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.
→ -
Young Sally Owens: He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. Young Gillian Owens: What are you doing? Young Sally Owens: Summoning up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. He can flip pancakes in the air. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have one green eye and one blue. Young Gillian Owens: Thought you never wanted to fall in love. Young Sally Owens: That's the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist I'll never die of a broken heart.
→ -
The best way to die is when your living
→
Related Authors
-
Josephus Historian -
Elizabeth Berg Writer -
Anna Quindlen Author -
Mark Burnett Television Producer -
Dave Eggers Writer -
Ann Hood Novelist -
Harlan Ellison Writer -
Sarah Addison Allen Author -
Eddie Campbell Comics artist -
Cote de Pablo Actress -
Anita Shreve Writer -
Neil Gaiman Author -
Jodi Picoult Author -
Roma Downey Actress -
Sue Monk Kidd Writer -
Ann Patchett Author -
Barbara Kingsolver Novelist -
Kate Morton Author -
Charlton Heston Actor -
Audrey Niffenegger Writer
Popular Topics
- Hernias
- Future Prosperity
- Graduating Seniors
- Abbey Road
- First Anniversary
- Criticize
- Humor And Laughter
- Japanese Animation
- Leaning Tower Of Pisa
- Different Styles
- Formal Wear
- Holocaust
- Words And Actions
- Impossible Becomes Possible
- Noel
- Surfing The Web
- Becoming A Doctor
- Filibuster
- Be Spontaneous
- Great Results