Quotes from Robert James Waller

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

Life is never easy for those who dream.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

His eyes looked directly at her, and she felt something jump inside. The eyes, the voice, the face, the silver hair, the easy way he moved his body, old ways, disturbing ways, ways that draw you in. Ways that whisper to you in the final moment before sleep comes, when the barriers have fallen.

And, man he cried when he talked. He cried big tears, the kind it takes an old man to cry, the kind it takes a saxophone to play.

Gypsies make difficult friends for ordinary people, and he was seething of a gypsy.

Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in the arts. The market kills more artistic people than anything else. It's a world of safety out there, for most people. They want safety, the magazines and manufacturers give them safety, give them homogeneity, give them the familiar and comfortable, don't challenge them.

It already smells good," he said, pointing toward the stove. "It smells... quiet." He looked at her. "Quiet? Could something smell quiet" She was thinking about the phrase, asking herself. He was right. After the pork chops and steaks and roasts she cooked for the family, this was quiet cooking. No violence involved anywhere down the food chain, except maybe for pulling up the vegetables. The stew cooked quietly and smelled quiet.

We're giving up free range, getting organized, feathering our emotions. Efficiency an effectiveness and all those other pieces of intellectual artifice. And with the loss of free range, the cowboy disappears, along with the mountain lion and gray wolf. There's not much room left for travelers.

Talisman, Talisman, show me your secrets, Helmsman, Helmsman, turn me for home.

She wore ribbons in her black hair and clung to her dreams

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us. Christ, we're in love. As deeply, as profoundly, as it's possible to be in love.

In a way, women were asking for men to be poets and driving, passionate lovers at the same time.

Y vuelves a atrapar mi tristeza para esconderla en tu bolsillo, para alejarla de mi… De nuevo has sembrado el jardín de mis pesadillas con nuevos sueños

Such physical matters were nice, yet to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by the subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted. That's why he found most young woman unattractive, regardless of their exterior beauty. They had not lived long enough or hard enough to possess those qualities that interested him.

a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable.

Robert, there's a creature inside of you that I'm not good enough to bring out, not strong enough to reach. I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about. You frighten me, even though you're gentle with me. If I didn't fight to control myself with you, I feel like I might lose my center and never get back.

He liked words and images. "Blue" was one of his favorite words. He liked the feeling it made on his lips and tongue when he said it.

Sad mi je jasno da sam se ve? dugo kretao prema Tebi i Ti prema meni. Premda ni jedno od nas nije bilo svesno postojanja drugoga pre nego smo se upoznali. Za sve vreme u našoj je nesvesnosti radosno lutala neka slepa izvesnost koja je garantovala da ?emo se sresti. Poput dveju usamljenih ptica što svoj put preko golemih prerija pronalaze pomo?u nebeskih znakova, tako smo se i mi sav svoj život kretali jedno prema drugom

Francesca was feeling good feelings, old feelings, poetry and music feelings.

no secrets, no mystery. no mystery, no life worth rememberin'. no life worth rememberin', no life worth goin' on.

I made that horn sound like it never had before; I made it cry for all the miles and years that separated them.

Why was not important. That was not the way he approached his life. 'Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

on being somewhat antisocial- "You have less people at your funeral but you get more reading time.