Quotes from Jennifer Donnelly

Life deals you the cards. but it is up to us how we play them

She wrapped her hands around the bars, tears welling in her eyes. She'd been wrong, so wrong. Captain Krause and his men hadn't been pursuing her to hurt her; they'd been trying to rescue her

Why isn't real life like book life?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Why aren't people plain and uncomplicated?

Sólo ella sabía que a la locura del mundo uno sólo puede enfrentarse con más locura.

Love was the same way.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.

She didn't care if her muscles ached, her back groaned, and her legs wobbled from running up and down the stairs with buckets of water. She thought only about the happiness that awaited her once she finished her task.

she knew that, like her, I saw the world as it is, not as I would have it be.

Now, now, Chapeau. You mustn't overreact," the Beast said. "All messes, accidents, and catastrophes are to be blithely laughed off." He looked pointedly at Belle. "Or so I'm told.

Tea and biscuits aren't as tempting as stories, not for a bookworm

She was safe. She was warm and well fed. She was furious.

How could she explain to them what her swashbuckler clothes meant to her?... She saw herself - being braver and stronger than she'd ever thought she could be.

Of course! Isn't that what a good story does? It pulls you in and never lets you go.

I AM ORFEO FEAR ME

I know why this place creeps me out," Neela suddenly said. "There aren't any children here." "Of course there aren't," Josephine said. "Rorrim Drol hates children." "Why?" Neela asked. "Because they're strong and fearless. Their little backbones are made of steel. It takes years for them to soften. Fear only sets in as one grows up, you see.

A los mortales no les gusta la incertidumbre. No les gusta el cambio. El cambio da miedo. El cambio es doloroso. -El cambio es un beso en la oscuridad. Una rosa en la nieve. Un camino del bosque en una noche ventosa.

A veces es más fácil decir que odias lo que no tienes que reconocer cuánto lo quieres.

No tengo miedo de un ejército de leones dirigidos por una oveja. Tengo miedo de un ejército de ovejas dirigido por un león.

Es bueno que todavía llores. Cuando dejas de llorar es cuando estás perdida.

The sky had no answer for her.

I try to think of something to say. Something nice, but not so wildly untrue that I'll embarrass the both of us by saying it. But it's too late. The door slams. The sound echoes through the room. He's gone. Once again.

A lo largo de su vida siempre había querido y amado lo que no debía. Lo que le rompía el corazón. Todo aquello no era para ella, el mundo se lo había dicho. Entonces ¿para qué pedirlo? No serviría más que para hacerle daño de nuevo.

They wait. For what? They do not know. But they can feel it coming. Splashed by carriage wheels, they feel it. Outside cafes, looking in, they feel it. At night, in their narrow beds, they feel it. Counting the days snubs and mocks, they feel it. And it fires them.

El cambio es un beso en la oscuridad. Una rosa en la nieve. Un camino del bosque en una noche ventosa.