All Sonya Hartnett Quotes
- I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment… Affection
- There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch. Burn
- Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just… Ask
- Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground. Atom
- A small town has as many eyes as a fly Eye
- A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds. Bird
- Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes. Eye
- My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd… Beg
- Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing. Coexist
- She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar,… Allowed
- More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the… Believe
- I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful… Beautiful
- I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant. Declared
- Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in… Knowing
- It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave. Admitted
- You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get… Alive
- Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of… Any
- There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world. Beautiful
- How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life? Complicated
- No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out… Answer
- I would always be lonely, but no more alone. Alone
- Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair. Affection
- I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you. Gets Miserable
- Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter. Inside
- She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in. Ceilings