Quotes by Alice Hoffman

He carried so much suffering that it radiated out in waves. Sorrow is like that: whenever a person runs, it comes after him; it leaves an endless trail of pain.

Dont make me sit through reality.

Love was never a mistake,even when it wasnt returned.

Mean people are meaningless.

It was a miracle to live as birds do, except for one thing: anyone seen in flight would surely be captured, perhaps even shot down like a crow flying above a cornfield. Its always dangerous to be different, to appear as a monster in most peoples eyes, even from a distance.

Im trying to find someone who doesnt want to be found.That can be as hard as looking for a shadow.

He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

James had a theory about caged birds, one he hoped to prove when he became a scientist someday. He believed that all birds that had their freedom taken from them eventually lost their voices. Once that happened, they could never find their true song.

I head a bitterness that hadnt been there before. Something was changing inside him. Hed had enough of following the rules.

Its still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. Im sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.

She didnt like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who shed been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

I once believed that life was a gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday possess. Is that greed, or only youth? Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune. All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in its own time and season, dependant on circumstances and fate. ~ Green Heart, Alice Hoffman

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. Hes like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

The best way to die is when your living

Every man engaged in war tells himself he can alter what has been written, that it is he, not God, who is the maker of destiny, free to change what is meant to be.

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of its own.

Although I am no longer caught in the past, the future seems like a ridiculous thing to me. Try to catch it, hold it in your hand. It disappears every time.

I saw this was the way of the future, to leave the past behind as if it were a dream.

... the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go.

... a man always revealed his own inner story in his actions and expressions. A mans past deeds foretold his future and allowed anyone with half a brain to divine the path he would take.