Tissue paper Quote by Angela Carter Download Open image ““What is Aunt Margaret made of? Bird bones and tissue paper, spun glass and straw.”” — Angela Carter ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Tissue paper
“Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is Aunt Margaret… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Do you remember the lake?' she said, in an abrupt voice, under the pressure of an emotion which caught her heart, made the muscles… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Do you know what most people have from their grandmother? A tea set. Or a quilt.” Curran smiled. “If your family had a quilt,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“She spread her arms wide to encompass the old pine table they had painted robin's egg blue, lightly sanding it in places so the… — Linda Francis Lee Copy Share Image
“Sand and ash. The ingredients of glass. Such beauty created from nothing.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“I want to tell you a story about my mother, although of course it is also mine - inherited, along with dangly earlobes and… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“She talks to herself as she hollows out a stoneware bowl. She is saying something about containment. She talks to her dogs and to… — Eula Biss Copy Share Image
“her spine was the crease on a piece of paper, her bones no more than diagonal folds on a bit of origami” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“Her limbs shrivelled and brittle, her skin wrinkled like a dry peach, her mind like a sponge squeezed out, with trickles of memories now… — John Simmons Copy Share Image
“She opened her purse and began to pull out all sorts of things—her phone, a tablet, a cosmetics bag, tissue and headphones. Jesus, who… — Louise Bay Copy Share Image
“She was a clay pot, and she’d been broken in pieces. There used to be something inside her, and now that it had spilled… — Pasi Ilmari Jääskeläinen Copy Share Image
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Hollywood... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction,… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different! — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“You know, sometimes marriage is iron. Sometimes it’s tissue paper. And I think the times it’s tissue paper are when you need to keep… — Elizabeth Berg Copy Share Image
It was almost as incredible as if you fired a 15-inch shell at a piece of tissue paper and it came back to hit… — Ernest Rutherford Copy Share Image
“Although 'jumping to conclusions' is an expression, rather than an activity, it is as dangerous as jumping off a cliff, jumping in front of… — Lemony Snicket Copy Share Image
“Despite an icy northeast wind huffing across the bay I sneak out after dark, after my mother falls asleep clutching her leather Bible, and… — Bob Thurber Copy Share Image
“I wanted to wrap that moment up in tissue paper and save it forever someplace near my heart, just so I could take it… — Christine Zolendz Copy Share Image
“An oncology ward is a battlefield, and there are definite hierarchies of command. The patients, they're the ones doing the tour of duty. The… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Can I give you my gift now?” Blake reached in his pocket. “You gave me this already.” Livia wiggled her ring finger. He unfolded… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“I’m going to destroy you, little man!" Sourcefield yelled after me. "I’ll rip you apart like a piece of tissue paper in a hurricane!"… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
“With my wet hair wrapped in a towel, I retrieved the tray of food, placed it on the coffee table, and breathed in the… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
It is that happy stretch of time when the lovers set to chronicling their passion. When no glance, no tone of voice is so… — Ahdaf Soueif Copy Share Image
PAST is a WASTE paper, PRESENT is a NEWS paper, FUTURE is a QUESTION paper. So read N write carefully other wise LIFE will… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
