Quote by Janet Fitch Download Open image ““His voice was cloves and nightingales.”” — Janet Fitch ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“His voice was different in the small, intimate spaces that existed when they were pressed together like this; it was sweet with a familiar… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“He laid his hands on her head, pushing back the hood. He began to speak. His voice was soft, and the words were in… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“She knew him so well, the amused, detached tone of his voice, the scroll of his ear, his eyes, his bony frame. Someone whom… — Harriet Evans Copy Share Image
“Together, they stared upwards while the night wrapped around them like a blanket. Again, things were said between them, even though no words were… — Pamela Sparkman Copy Share Image
“Leo whistled. ‘You know, Clytius … for such a big dude, you’ve got a beautiful voice.’ ‘Idiot,’ hissed the woman.” — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“The only thing is that Whispers had the worst breath known to man or beast. He suffered from halitosis so bad you’d think he… — Charles Brandt Copy Share Image
“Like a prayer, that was how her name sounded on his lips. She took his face in her hands, finding his eyes blazing, his… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“That fucking crow-bodied thing had won. How gleeful it was now. All because he'd wanted to live, forget genius and destiny, and simply be… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mouth and the eyes, the architecture of the body, her fleshly masquerade. Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater. But Michael… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
“They can't touch us. We're the Vikings. We go into battle without armor for the flush and the blood of it.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.” — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. Three… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night. Men who loaded trains, emergency room nurses with their gentle hands. Night clerks in hotels, cabdrivers on graveyard, waitresses in all-night coffee shops. They knew the world, how precious it was when a person remembered your name, the comfort of a… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the true world. beauty said there was something more than just one fucking thing after another. time could rest for a moment, stop and that senseless motion. people thot beauty was bullshit, just a bandaide slapped over… — Janet Fitch Copy Share
