“The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep. They could see how love might control you, from your head to your toes, not to mention every… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“and behind them came the women, and then the children with sticks and stones in their hands. There was a line of fury on the ground, slithering forth. Someone” — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“All of the quarters in his hand were tarnished. He had no idea that the silver in a man’s pockets always turns black if… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' that was a gift. I understood it… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“It was after dark when the woods were most filled with magic, when there were fireflies and the mist was rising from the streams.” — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Never look back, that's what she's told herself. Don't think about swans or being alone in the dark. Don't think of storms, or lightning and thunder, or the true love you won't ever have. Life is brushing your teeth and making breakfast for your children and not thinking about things, and as it turns out, Sally is first-rate at all… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share
This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“She preferred cats to human beings and turned down every offer from the men who fell in love with her.” — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Her vision was going, but she could see him, the way people see clouds-beautiful, racing by, casting shadows.” — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“...the summer of the gypsy moths when all the trees in their yard were bare, the leaves chewed by caterpillars. You could hear crunching… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
