I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power?… — 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
You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands,… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them.… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping. — 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 Image
“She wanted to scream her grief to the skies and wail like an animal, but she couldn't.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
“ 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Humans are selfish creatures who can always be counted on to do the wrong thing.” — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
DNA tells you all the secrets of life,’ he used to say. Except for one—how to live it. — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
