Quotes by Julianna Baggott

When I first met you, I thought we were made for each other even though we seemed like opposites in some ways and we fought. But now...What?Now I feel like we werent made for each other. Were making each other—into the people we should become. Do you know what I mean?

Ive never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

But shes still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that shell see him again, the more she has to lose.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe thats not such a bad thing.

I feel too much. Its like being drummed to death from within. You know?

Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?

If home isnt a place, what is it?A feeling.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

Love is a luxury. Its something that people are allowed to indulge in when theyre not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

Sometimes the only way to fix a mistake- is to make it twice.

Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

Even if their supplies of love are finite, theyve figured out that life is, too, and theyre no longer rationing.

Im a writer of faith who worries about the intolerance of religion. I look at the past and fear we havent learned from it. I believe that humanity is capable of evil as well as great acts of courage and goodness. I have hope. Deep down, I believe in the human spirit, although sometimes that belief is shaken.

What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.