Quotes from Jennifer Donnelly

I was agitated something fierce.

Fa quod faciendum est.

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words," Lumiere said. "It's at times like those when we need our friends the most

She was foolish and weak. She'd trusted Haakon, because he was beautiful and dazzling, because he'd spoken a few romantic words to her and made her believe that he loved her.

Headstrong is just a word--a word others call you when you don't do what they want.

Seated atop the creature was a mermaid. She carried a crossbow. A sword hung from her hip. Her coppery hair, cut short, was angled over her forehead and cheekbones. Her green eyes blazed with fury. 'Go, Sera!' Becca shouted. 'Take back your throne!

I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing's luckier than that.

Life deals the cards, but it is up to us how we play them. [Maria of Jülich-Berg, mother of Anna of Cleves]

Chance held them up to the light. "Pink?" he said as he looked through the lenses. It was not his favorite color. "Rose," William corrected. "It's hard to look at mortal life any other way. View it through clear lenses and it breaks your heart.

People come out of the woods and pretend to be your friends. They offer you something—laces, a comb—and you take them. Stop it. Stop taking poison from fake friends. It'll kill you.

Watch a child die for the lack of a few coins. Do that, and you might start to understand a few things, like the difference between a theft and a crime.

Venom can be drawn from flesh, but poisoned words lodge deep in our hearts, where no antidote can reach.

I was born in Paris. My parents came here from Tunisia when they were kids, but we're still foreigners. Arabs. Africans. Rabble. Scum. We're what's wrong with this country and we always will be.

Stop burdening the gods. Stop cursing the devil. They will make no path for you. They gave you their dark gifts: reason and will. Now you must make your own way.

Sophie lowered her head into her hands, feeling as if she were made of the thinnest glass, so brittle and fragile that the softest tap could shatter her. She had escaped death only to come face-to-face with it once more.

There is magic in this sad, hard world. A magic stronger than fate, stronger than chance. And it is seen in the unlikeliest of places... It is the magic of a frail and falliable creature, one capable of both unspeakable cruelty and immense kindness. It lives inside every human being ready to redeem us. To transform us. To save us. If we can only find the courage to listen to it. It is the magic of the human heart.

Don't let the darkness that's been visited upon this family pull you in so deeply, you cannot get out. Turn back from it, darling Jo... he'd warned her. He didn't seem to understand that turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn its back on you.

Quién iba a decirme que escuchar a un chico dormido podía ser mucho más profundo que dormir con un chico.

May Delano looked up from her book. "What's a wayward girl?" she asked. Jo groaned. "Never mind," Trudy said. "Tell me," May whined. "Very well," Trudy replied, turning to look at May. "A girl who is with child but without a husband." May laughed. "Shows what you know, Trudy Van Eyck. The stork brings babies after you're married, not before.

she had said no. "Reading became my sanctuary," Belle continued. "I found so much in those books. I found histories that inspired me. Poems that delighted me. Novels that challenged me…" Belle paused, suddenly self-conscious. She looked down at her hands, and in a wistful voice, said, "What I really found, though, was myself.

Mfeme cracked his knuckles. "I'll ask you again: where is the talisman?" "And I'll tell you again. I have no idea," Ling said. "Do you think I'm joking? I'll cut you ears off and throw them to the sharks." "Good. I won't have to listen to you anymore.

Death wounds only is you let her.

Because he deserves a second chance," Love said. "Everyone does. My enchantress transformed the outer man to transform the inner. His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He'll find his heart again.

But power is a treacherous thing; it's bite is sweet, its kiss can sting and unless I'm much mistaken, it's never given, always taken.