The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me.… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
And I knew in my bones that Emily Dickinson wouldn't have written even one poem if she'd had two howling babies, a… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“Yves G. Bonnard, archivero jefe, alias el Poderoso Oz, alias el Gran Inquisidor, alias el Anticristo.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“She wanted to scream her grief to the skies and wail like an animal, but she couldn't.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“ As sure as the seabirds in flight, As sure as the endless deep blue, My love is as certain as sunrise. I vow… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous. — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“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… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“Humans are selfish creatures who can always be counted on to do the wrong thing.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
DNA tells you all the secrets of life,’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it. — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
“And then I remember this morning and I wonder if it really happened or if I dreamed it. It was nice. And weird. And… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share
