Alex
Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?
‘What have I against girls?' he went on. ‘My own mother was a girl, once. And I dare say the same must be true of you and half of all belonging to us.'
“How are words meant to guide you home if you're lost in the woods?”
“Our teacher made us write a story about what we want to be when we're big,” Noah tells him. “What did you write?” “I wrote that I wanted to concentrate on being little first.” “That's a very good answer.” “Isn't it? I would rather be old than a grownup. All grown-ups are angry, it's just children and old people who laugh.” “Did you write that?” “Yes.” “What did your teacher say?” “She said I hadn't understood the task.” “And what did you say?” “I said she hadn't understood my answer.” “I love you,” Grandpa manages to say with closed eyes.
My existence is a scandal.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
The most terrible thing about it [imprisonment] is not that it breaks one's heart – hearts are made to be broken – but that it turns one's heart to stone.
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
a poet without hysterics is rare.
“Every year, one woeful girl is failed, because boys would rather take half ranks than take her. And such a girl who can't find a boy, even under the most propitious circumstances . . . well, she must be a witch, musn't she?” Agatha felt everyone's eyes on her. Failed if a boy didn't ask her? Now finding a date was a matter of life and death.
“That's what happens after you're married,” said Giselle. “My mother stopped shaving her legs.” “Mine can't fit in any of her old gowns,” Millicent said. “Mine doesn't wear makeup,” said Ava. “Mine eats cheese,” Reena sighed. Beatrix looked faint. “Well, my wife tries any of that, she can go live with witches,” Chaddick said,
“The fairies and wolves are dead, the teachers are cursed, half our school is in ruins, there's a murderer on the loose—and you want to have a Ball?”
“I won't help a Captain leading his army to their graves,”
“I'm the man here, not you!” “Then act like one!”
Mama a vorbit o oră. Pe scurt răspunsul ei a fost că o decizie proastă rezultă dintr-o altă decizie proastă. O haină urâtă și ieftină atrage după sine o altă haină urâtă și ieftină. O palmă iertată va fi urmată neapărat şi de un pumn, iar o minciună crezută se va transforma într-un cimitir de adevăruri. Coada ei de sirenă – care, de altfel, știa că ne enervează pe toți era o completare a vieții ei triste şi fără sens. Însă, dacă ar fi schimbat-o doar pe ea, restul ar fi fost şi mai evident.
