Quotes from Laura Whitcomb

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.

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.

...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.

Be a sparrow, I told myself. Be silent and fly away. No one will bother you if you disappear.

The library smells like old books-a thousand leather doorways into other worlds." "Dear sir, I was called away and couldn't bring you, but now I feel haunted. I know that sometimes you felt I was a part of you and that losing me would leave a hole in your heart, but that's not true... Please forgive me... I am sorry that I didn't say goodbye.

As I watched that single thread of lightning billow through the water above me like the aurora borealis, I imagined the heavy cord of time stretching away from me in the water like the hard, thick rope on a great ship.

Time is a ribbon, a delicate organdy, so thin that you can see through it to the layer of time below and the layer above. Moments overlapping, lying on top of each other.

Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like - Here Mr. Brown paused again. Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten.

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

in the wings, as often mothers and grandmothers are, ready to catch the children should they need saving

Many worlds, but one God His power is the sun in every land, His forgiveness the moon watching over every night, His love the star in every corner of the heavens.

Beyond this Door, Heaven waits.

As his flesh touched my spirit, the feeling of falling turned into a feeling of flying. I was soaring through time toward him.

I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

Perhaps I couldn't tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

The fear of being noticed after a hundred years disappears as I look into a pair of autumn-colored eyes.

I was floating on a river of calm, a leaf on a current.

Perhaps it wasn't that time had frozen but that it was now moving at the pace of infinity. A moment now becomes a century.

The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.

Is there a moment when you'll never be able to remember something again?" "No," said his wife. "Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping." She gave his temple a playful push, and he let his head fall to one side. "It's all in there.

The only problem with being Light is you have no mentor to explain it all. You discover the rules by breaking them.

Like a child playing at hide-and-seek, I did not move, in case I had been mistaken about being spotted. And childishly I felt both the desire to stay hidden and a thrill of anticipation about being caught. For this face, turned squarely to me, had eyes set directly on mine.