Quotes from Alice Hoffman

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

They were written on cheap blue notebooks bought by poor women. I'm interested in folk tales in the way that medicine and magic in women's stories are all kind of combined.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I'd had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.