Quote by Janet Fitch Download Open image ““This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.”” — Janet Fitch ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“But the actual object, that bundle of papers, is a telltale heart. She buried it long ago, and still it thumps its maddening beat.” — Stefan Merrill Block Copy Share Image
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“Oh boy! The pain will vanish maybe. But the anguish? That feeling of being robbed off all dignity, for having worn her heart on… — Nitya Prakash Copy Share Image
“And if she wanted to, she could reach into my chest and rip my heart out of my body because it already belongs to… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
“In that moment her heart fell out of her chest. Like the glass filled vase he had brought to her, it dropped. It was… — J.B. McGee Copy Share Image
“Heartache, to her, coursed through everything--which was as it should be, since people needed it to make them kind.” — Rebecca Barry Copy Share Image
“Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn't alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling… — Stephanie Kallos Copy Share Image
“She had so much to give, but no one to give it to. She buried all those messy, writhing emotions deep in a hidden… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“So.” She picked up his paperweight and turned it over. “This was your search for a heart?” “No.” His voice was ever so quiet.… — Courtney Milan - The Suffragette Scandal Copy Share Image
“Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving… — Rhian J. Martin Copy Share Image
“She wanted me. She wanted to give herself to me. I felt unworthy to accept such a gift, but it didn’t stop me from… — C.J. Roberts 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… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“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… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“what was the point in creating something that was so futile and so precious? everything beautiful was like that. a little bit of the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image