Quotes by Melina Marchetta

I dont despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.

How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.

He knows bad days. Bad days take him completely by surprise. They make him not trust the good days because its likely something is lurking twenty-four hours away.

It still amazes him how they could have been misled by her personality in Year Eleven. Its what depression does to a person, it changes them completely.

People divulge things to you that they would not divulge to anyone else.

She made a sound of regret. ‘We come second, you and I, Luc-ien,’ she said. ‘Our allegiance is always to our kingdoms. Without that allegiance, our people would fall.’She placed her head back against his chest and he felt her tears. ‘This is not our time.’‘But that will never mean I love you less,’ he said.

Oh, youve outdone me twice now, you queen of forgiveness. The rings a promise of peace and Im greedy with hope. Its a song that we sing in a tongue that we share. And though you say its a gift from a king to a king, I say its a sign from a queen to a queen.

In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and hes muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke.Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.

Do not cry,” she said fiercely, but her own tears flowed. “Do not cry, Finnikin. For if we begin, our tears will never end.

The boy in the tree sobs uncontrollably when I tell him about the Hermit and my mother, yet his eyes light up each time I mention Hannah. And every single time he asks, “Taylor, what about the Brigadier who came searching for you that day? Whatever became of him?” I try to explain that the Brigadier is of no importance to my story, but he always shakes his head as if he knows better.

Each day, at the same time, Jude would return and they would be there, led by Webb, whose life could not have been more different than his. Where Webbs memories of childhood were idyllic and earthy, Judes reeked of indifference. Webb read fantasy; Jude read realism. Webb believed a tree house was the perfect place for gaining a different perspective on the world; Jude saw it as perfect for surveillance and working out who or what was a threat to them. They argued about sport codes and song lyrics. Jude saw the rain-dirty valley; Webb saw Brigadoon. Yet, despite all this, they connected, and the nights they spent in the tree house discussing their brave new worlds and not so brave emotions made everything else in their lives insignificant. Somehow the world of Webb and Fitz and Tate and Narnie became the focus of Judes life.

Simple dreams are the hardest to come true

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

Lucian was beginning to get used to hearing her small observations at night. More than anything, he realized he liked her voice in the dark. It made him feel less lonely.

We didnt let them do anything to us, Travanion, Beatriss said fiercely, They did it without out permission.

I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy. I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett. I need Tim Tams and comfort food.