Quotes from Jennifer Donnelly

Once upon always and never again, in an ancient city by the sea, three sisters worked by candlelight.

She might be a captive, but in this room, with a book in her hand, she could be free.

I am. No doubt about it. I like humiliating Cooper. I like causing him pain. It feels good. It feels better than his dad's whiskey, better than his mom's weed. Because for just a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Jimmy let's out a whistle. "What?" "Your hand." I look at it. My ripped nail is still bleeding. I wipe the red off on my pants. "You should get it taken care of. It looks awful" he says. "I guess it does." "You must be in pain, kid. Does it hurt?" I nod. "Yeah, Jimmy. All the time.

Because nothing is more dangerous than hope

Love must be constant, not ebb and flow, Like storms and frets, tides high and low. For love's not love if one must force The beloved one to stay the course.

Belle's tears spilled over. "Even if I could get out of this place, I wouldn't know where to go," she sobbed. "Where is it, Lucanos? Where is my home?" The beetle sighed. He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

He was beyond damaged. He was broken. Smashed to bloody pieces. He was alone in the world without the one person who could make him whole. And he always would be.

And that lesson was perfectly clear: There is nothing more dangerous than kindness.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras keeping them warm.

But an ugly girl? Ah, child, the world is made for men. An ugly girl can never be forgiven.

History is fiction.

Love is a soft thing. It smells like woodsmoke and sounds like rain. It tastes like sugared apples. It costs nothing to give yet is more precious than a sea of diamonds.

But eating was the last thing on my mind. And I didn't see how Miss Wilcox could eat, or teach, or sleep or ever find any reason to leave this room. Not with all these books in it, just begging to be read.

As I turned to go, I nearly trod on the body of a young robin half hidden in the grass. Its wings were twisted and bent. Its body stiff and bloodied. 'A hawk's work,' I thought, wondering if the robin had seen the brilliant blue of the sky and felt the sun on its back before its wings were broken.

We who have means and a voice must use them to help those who have neither.

Love-real love- sees with the heart, master. Not with the eyes." The Beast looked at him skeptically. "How do you know that?" "Because I'm in love with a woman who's a feather duster," said Lumiere. "That's how.

Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.

But here, surrounded by friends who wanted her, she recognized for the first time that there was only one voice that truly mattered. Only one she had to listen to. Her own.

Mirror, mirror on the wall... who will bring about my fall?

It's kind of beautiful, this scary world. I still want to go out of it as soon as possible, but when I look around and stop thinking about how insane it all is and just see it without freaking out, it's really beautiful.

Good leaders know when to follow rules and when to break them.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.