“You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go- into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done. — 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
