You will stay up all night reading this brilliant and devastating novel the way you might have with a new best friend in junior high-one whose revelations thrilled and terrified you, and whose raw, hard-earned wisdom remade the way you… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best. — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“One and a half million Jewish men and women and children: How was anyone to understand a number like that? Andras knew it took… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms,… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another. — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“I'm not named after the character,' she said. 'I'm named after the entire opera.” — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“The [bird's] nest with its streamers was a final unbidden touch: It was what human hands had not brought to the building, and could… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“He could see the inchworm in his mind even now, that snip of green elastic with it's tiny blunt legs, coiling and stretching its… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
“Strange, Andras thought, that war could lead you to involuntarily forgive a person who didn't deserve forgiveness, just as it might make you kill… — Julie Orringer Copy Share Image
![“The [bird's] nest with its streamers was a final unbidden touch: It was what human hands had not brought to the building, and could not remove. It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: It had been complicated, and thereby perfected, by what time had done to it.” quote by Julie Orringer](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/85f/julie-orringer-25467_love_the-bird-s-nest-with-its-streamers-was-a_1481825.jpg)
