Quotes from Nicole Mones

But I get frightened sometimes," she admitted. "I know. Fear is only fear, though." "And somehow you live without it." "No," he corrected her. "You live with it.

What was more brutal than loss of hope?

I don't hope," he answered, eyes on her. "I never hope. I just live in gratitude for what comes.

He had heard it sure enough, wailing underground in clubs and speakeasies, all through Prohibition, hot, polyphonic, toe-tapping, full of syncopated rhythms and bent, naughty notes—perfect for small and secret spaces.

We are fish swimming in a cooking pot

The high point of every meal was never the food itself, he taught us, but always the act of sharing it.

Five full trains to load. Thirty-nine cars each. And as he watched his cart, his crates, his own personal points of light loaded into the first car, on the first train, he let himself exhale. And then mute, held up by equal parts grief and wonder, he stood witness through all the hours it took the collection to arrive. Nineteen thousand, five hundred fifty-seven crates. One at a time. All night long.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfil them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

A door to an alternate self. This self was another Alice, not the childhood Alice: capable, free in the world, independent.

She shrugged, knowing all too well how easy it was to long for a different life, how hard it was to find one's way there.

said. And it's clear, isn't it? Anyone can

full of rage at a world which seemed all wrong to her and dreaming about someplace where she would belong, really belong.

Grief is a killer, isn't it?" he said. "Brings you right up to the truth.

They connected on every level - mental, philosophical, emotional. But she couldn't have him, not all of him.

He forgot all that was strange about her face when she smiled. Because then, pleasure just burst out from somewhere inside her. He liked that. It was uncontrolled.

She pictured herself in a world without him, a world where she had only her own heart and mind to follow. A world open and blank with possibility; terrifying, almost.

by some subtle magic of friendship dividing her burden of news and surprises in half. This was what people did for each other when they were in alliance. It was the blessing of connectedness.

For someone grieving, cook with chives, ginger, coriander, and rosemary. Theirs is the pungent flavor, which draws grief up and out of the body and releases it into the air.

led the arrivals back to their private

An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, An inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.

Lia made her way to one of the theme restaurants currently popular in Beijing. She liked them. Some were based on gimmicks. There was a place called Fatty's, for instance, with a big triple-beam scale right inside the door. Anybody who weighed over one hundred kilos got thirty percent off for their whole table.

will not be priced in the stratosphere.

shangzuo, the seat of honor facing the door? Who would