Sonya Hartnett

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

— Sonya Hartnett

“On the evening of her eighteenth birthday, Maddy opened her journal and made a list of the jewels and precious stones she'd…

— Sonya Hartnett

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

— Sonya Hartnett

“We both knew that what I said was the truth, as well as being a lie. The pure and honest answer was…

— Sonya Hartnett

“What I know is that billions of people have walked this earth, and billions more will. The vast majority are born without…

— Sonya Hartnett

“A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of…

— Sonya Hartnett

“That is what dying is: a pull to the ground. I am thin as a shadow, yet clotted as dough, my blood…

— Sonya Hartnett

“Just a few more minutes here, I suggest: life hates to leave, worried what it might miss. But Vernon, closer, is shaking…

— Sonya Hartnett

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of…

— Sonya Hartnett

“...it's stupid to be that way, so easily hurt; it's better to be like a plank of wood, an emotional mule. It's…

— Sonya Hartnett

“I am Gabriel, the messenger, the teller of astonishing truths.”

— Sonya Hartnett

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

— Sonya Hartnett

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move,…

— Sonya Hartnett

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

— Sonya Hartnett

She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of…

— Sonya Hartnett

“He is dirt under fingernails and the stick of sap on skin... I am saintly, poetic; I am demise, otherworld.”

— Sonya Hartnett

“How stupid it is that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else.”

— Sonya Hartnett

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and…

— Sonya Hartnett

“She despised the sadness that hung inside her like old lace.”

— Sonya Hartnett

There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.

— Sonya Hartnett

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

— Sonya Hartnett

“And she's striken with sudden nostalgia for the life she's been so eager to pack away, she wishes there was some way…

— Sonya Hartnett

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

— Sonya Hartnett

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

— Sonya Hartnett

“I looked along the aisle and saw her, and it was as if I saw her for the first time. Everything changed.…

— Sonya Hartnett