Quotes by Adriana Trigiani

Thats when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you -- without you asking.

A handwritten letter carries a lot of risk. Its a one-sided conversation that reveals the truth of the writer. Furthermore, the writer is not there to see the reaction of the person he writes to, so theres a great unknown to the process that requires a leap of faith. The writer has to choose the right words to express his sentences, and then, once he has sealed the envelope, he has to place those thoughts in the hands of someone else, trusting that the feelings will be delivered, and that the recipient will understand the writers intent. How childish to think that could be easy.

If you look around to find meaning in everything that happens, you will end up disappointed. Sometimes there aren’t reasons behind the terrible things that go on. I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me. But when the morning comes, I realize that there’s nothing to be done about what has already happened. I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

I love you , Valentine’ is actually a popular phrase used in greeting cards.”If you were sending me one, what would it say?” he asks.I love you, too, Roman.”And there it is, words that I dread to say and do mean, because with them comes the responsibility of owning it, moving forward together and deciding for real who we are to each other. Now we’re not just lovers discovering what we like and sharing what we know. In this mutual declaration, we’re accountable to each other. We’re in love, and now, our relationship has to build slowly and beautifully in order to hold all the joy and misery that lies ahead.

I used to believe my art had to be about the things that brought me joy and gave me hope. But I learned that art can be found in all of life, even in pain. --Valentine, while in Italy (pg 267)

When I observe Gram, I see how fragile the notion of tradition can be. If I take my eyes off the way she kneads her Easter bread, or if I fail to study the way she sews a seam in suede, or if I lose the mental image I have of her when she negotiates a better deal with a button salesman, somehow, the very essence of her will be lost. When she goes, the responsibility for carrying on will fall to me. My mother says I’m the keeper of the flame, because I work here, and because I choose to live here. A flame is a very fragile thing, too, and there are times when I wonder if I’m the on who can keep it going.

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they cant. It interferes.

I even love the smell of books.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmothers house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

My mother was an avid reader...She loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes...

When a girl is beautiful, she gets to pick - she never has to wait for someone to choose her.

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.

My day begins at dawn as I take my cup of strong black espresso outside to watch the sunrise. I learned this ritual from my mother, who worked in a bread shop. Bakers are the great philosophers of the world, mostly because they have to get up early. When the world is quiet, great art is created - or, at the very least, conceptualized. Now is the moment to sketch, make notes, and dream.

Whos the artist?My favorite. She pauses. Unknown. Edydie sits cross-legged on the couch. There is something so pure about an artist creating something for the sheer joy of it, then sharing it with people and claiming no credit. To me thats the height of romance.

Whatever it is that youre feeling, whatever it is you have a question about, whatever it is that you long to know, there is some book, somewhere, with the key. You just have to search for it.

It [money] doesnt have anything have anything to do with the magnificence of a person. It doesnt. What matters is what you make. Whether its a cake for bingo night or a costume for a saint or a wall of water--whatever you pour into this life is what makes you rich.

Relief is a wonderful emotion, highly underrated. In fact, I prefer it to elation or joy. Relief lets the air out of the Tire of Pain.

He said a man should always have to work hard to win a womans heart, because when he gets it, its worth it, and hell never take it for granted.

The terrible things that happen to us in life never make any sense when were in the middle of them, floundering, no end in sight. There is no rope to hang on to, it seems. Mothers can soothe children during those times, through their reassurance. No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when youd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childgood goes with her. Memories are very different and cannot soothe you the same way her touch did.