Quotes by Nina George

We cannot decide to love. We cannot compel anyone to love us. Theres no secret recipe, only love itself. And we are at its mercy--theres nothing we can do.

It takes only one word to hurt a woman, a matter of seconds, one stupid, impatient blow of the crop. But winning back her trust takes years. And sometimes there isnt the time.

...Time had seemed infinite when she still had many years and decades ahead of her. A book waiting to be written: as a girl, that was how she had seen her future life. Now she was sixty, and the pages were blank. Infinity had passed like one long continuous day.

Whenever Monsieur Perdu looked at a book, he did not see it purely in terms of a story, retail price and an essential balm for the soul; he saw freedom on wings of paper.

Shell be your dance partner, JordanHer? Shes much too good. Im scared!Remember the feeling. Someday youll want to write about it, and then itll be good to know how the fear feels and to go ahead and dance all the same.

Any man who loves a woman as she deserves to be loved is a magician.

Oh, merciless freedom, you continue to overwhelm me! You demand that I challenge myself and feel ashamed, and yet continue to feel so outrageously proud to live a life full of my desires.

Yes, the woman. Cunco took a deep breath. Women like her dont come along that often, you know. Maybe only every two hundred years. She everything a man could dream of. Beautiful, clever, wise, considerate, passionate--absolutely everything.

[Women] are superior beings to us men. When they love us, then they are being gracious, for only rarely do we give them reason to love us. I learned that from your mother, and shes right. Sad to say, shes right.

There are women who only look at another womans shoes and never at her face.And others who always look women in the face and only occasionally at their shoes.

His reading aloud was constantly improving, and histories were more like radio plays. Perdu suspected that these small children, listening with eyes wide and in rapt concentration, would one day grow up to need reading, with an accompanying sense of wonder and the feeling of having a film running inside your head, as much as they needed air to breathe.

Reading makes you impudent. Oh yes, unknown father, so it does.

I dont know how many years its been since I last slept with my husband. I was faithful, stupid and so awfully lonely that Ill gobble you up if youre nice to me. Or kill you because I cant bear it.

What a hideous life he had chosen, how painful was the loneliness he endured because he didnt have the courage to trust someone again. To trust someone entirely because in love there is no other way.

We are loved if we love, another truth we always seem to forget. ...Loving requires so much courage and so little expectation.

Often it’s not we who shape words, but the words we use that shape us.

Im looking for what I was capable of before... Or to be more precise, Im trying to see whether Im still capable of it.

And slowly, infinitely slowly, he began to trust. Not the sea, from from it; no one should make that mistake!

The radiance of this beautiful scene shed a cruel light on every past horror, every insult tolerated, every unspoken retort, every gesture of rejection. Marianne was grieving, and her boundless grief made her regret every moment of cowardice in her life.

And yes, being lovesick is like being in mourning. Because you die, because your future dies and you with it...There is a hurting time. It lasts for so long. But it gets better. I know that now.