I will rain down silver and gold for you. I will shatter the black night, break it open, and pour out a million stars. Turn away from the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and know that I… — Jennifer Donnelly Copy Share Image
Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light. — 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
