Quotes from Laura Whitcomb

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

To desperately hope, I whispered James let out a breath. To gratefully believe.

Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. My God, he said. What happened? I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

Just walk up to your hell & give it a push. Run through it & i'll be waiting on the other side.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

Dear sir: twelve hours is as twelve years to me. I imagine you in your home, smiling, thinking of me. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you, every moment we're apart.

Books are boring, James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, I offered.

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

i felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.

You deserve to be happy. What can I do? Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. What do you want? I want to taste an apple, I said. And your lips, I thought.

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

Obedience is bondage, if God wants to be adored he should make himself more loving.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

It seemed as if humans had lost the ability to make their own fun. The more they were gifted with inventions, the less they needed one another. They didn't sing or play the fiddle at the hearth; they turned on the stereo. They didn't tell stories on the porch; they watched television.

I would court you with a passion, if things were different.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.