Quote by Sonya Hartnett Download Open image ““Some things about him are the same as ever. He still looks painfully angelic.”” — Sonya Hartnett ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“How could something so broken...so troublesome look like an angel?” — Hilda Therese Copy Share Image
“He had an angel's face, but his eyes were so hypnotically tarnished, a mirror of my own pain in their depths.” — R.K. Lilley Copy Share Image
“He could put up a gruff front and he was no angel, but he was really just trying to hide his sensitivities so that… — Norah Vincent Copy Share Image
“I haven’t seen angels, but I am sure they are not as beautiful as you are.” — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
“He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.” — Angela Morrison Copy Share Image
“Angel was different in every way possible. When he looked at her with those cool gray eyes, she had no idea what he was… — Susan Mallery Copy Share Image
“i am not an angel ,and i don't want to be an angel. I Born as a Human and and my Biggest Task to… — Mohammed Zaki Ansari Copy Share Image
“and it never occurs to me that you are neither angel nor devil but merely human like me. (and I am very sorry for… — Tah the Trickster Copy Share Image
“He has a beauty to him that is not quite angelic, a quality that's both ethereal and dark. (Jonathan)” — Helen Boswell Copy Share Image
“Be careful how you look at people, or treat them; you may be in the presence of an angel.” — Barbara Hart Copy Share Image
Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing. — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
“How can you know love, and lose it, and go on living without it, and not feel the loss forever?" "You can't," Feather answered.… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair. — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
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… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
“Goodbye, fin,' I say. And I wish I was going with him, to some warm sheltered hideaway in the hills, wish that I, too,… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds. — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
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… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
“We walked into the forests which encircled the town. I have never liked them, their dark throat, their sullen height, their slump-shouldered gloom. But… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
“They thought back on the tales that the soldier had told. They remembered Hazel, the gentle Bethlehem donkey, who used the last of her… — Sonya Hartnett Copy Share Image
