Quote by Liane Moriarty Download Open image ““Desolate’ was the most perfectly beautiful word for how she felt. Sometimes”” — Liane Moriarty ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
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“I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense,… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“She was—of course—perfectly normal— quiet and polite and reasonably intelligent and...normal and self destructive and lonely and terrified of every thing And she loved… — Tah the Trickster Copy Share Image
Ode to Joy . The first time I saw her, I couldn't breath. The most lovely thing, I had ever seen. When she smiled,… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
“The sensuality of her grief, thawing. Her power coming into focus, still so chaotic inside her. I love the way she splurged on this… — Laurie Perez Copy Share Image
“She had always experienced big, intense emotions here at Lover's Leap. Under this huge sky, surrounded by infinite beauty, she had grieved to the… — Emily March Copy Share Image
“her heart swelled up with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold,… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Certainly she was wonderfully beautiful. All that could be said of her that was in any sense critical was that there seemed to be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“She had lost her compassion for people and a thick crust of indifference had formed around her feelings - that disgust that afflicts the… — Alaa Al Aswany Copy Share Image
“... unpacked her books, her sweet delight in happier days, and her soothing resource in the hours of moderate sorrow: but there were hours… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one. She wanted to see it… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“When you were young you talked about "falling in love" with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Nathan kissed Madeline on the cheek and shook Ed's hand enthusiastically. He took an ostentatious relish in the civility of his dealings with his… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“The cycles of dysfunction and mental illness did not have to carry over from generation to generation. You just had to educate yourself. Erika” — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
My real thinking and planning gets done when I'm doing something else like driving or walking or taking the shower. — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“She wondered if it was similar to how people felt when they first took antidepressants and they lost their pain, but everything else felt… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
It's always the paragraphs I loved most, the ones I tenderly polished and re-read with pride, that my editor will suggest cutting. — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Recently, she’d noticed something strange happening when she talked to people in groups. She couldn’t quite remember how to be. She’d find herself thinking:… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“I won’t get involved in any school politics,” she’d said, and someone up there had overheard and hadn’t liked her attitude. Far too confident.… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Did you know that some people wish the Berlin Wall had never come down?” said Esther. “That’s weird, isn’t it? Why would you want… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“The weather wasn’t helping. It was far too lovely, mocking her pain.” — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
