Quotes from Alice Hoffman

To friendship," she agreed, although for the longest time they didn't let go of each other and she knew exactly what he was thinking—This must be fate—for that was what she was thinking as well.

love is like a train that will keep going at full speed whether you like it or not, so you may as well enjoy the ride. If

When they got back in the Corvette, Gretel fished around in her shopping bad. What is this? She had chosen a black tank suit, but somehow a pink bikini had wound up among her purchases. Don't be mad, Margot pleaded. I'm not wearing this. Gretel tossed the bikini back in the bag. All the same, she couldn't help but notice the fabric was the same exact shade as the palest climbing roses. The tint of seashells on a deserted beach, or the mouth of someone you might want to kiss.

What is a daughter but good fortune, as complicated as she might be.

love is like a train that will keep going at full speed whether you like it or not, so you may as well enjoy the ride. If you try to avoid it, you'll just make everything worse.

Language was everything. Trust was for fools. Love came and went. Words could be stolen.

I was not pleased to be sent from my mother, but I occupied myself, a skill learned by children who must sometimes act older than their age.

The beauty of that meadow reminded Hannah of the reasons to live in the world, and the reasons to mistrust those who saw wickedness in others, but never in themselves.

No walking in the moonlight, no Ouija boards, no candles, no red shoes, no wearing black, no going shoeless, no amulets, no night-blooming flowers, no reading novels about magic, no cats, no crows, and no venturing below Fourteenth Street. Yet no matter

October began as a golden hour and ended with Samhain, the day when the worlds of the living and the dead opened to each other. There was no choice but to walk through the gate of time.

The house itself was tall and tilty, with green glass in the windows

In doing so, he understood who he was. In that moment, in his aunt's greenhouse, he felt more alone than ever.

Nowadays, she doesn't even look in a mirror. She's afraid no one will be staring back at her.

Our mother is too well bred to hate,' Franny said. 'She disapproves.

As he walked back to the neighbor's he realized that the magic tricks he'd taught himself were childish foolishness. What mattered was the blood that ran through him, the same blood that had flowed through Maria Owens. Once, when he'd cut himself in a tangle of brambles on the way to the lake, drops of his blood had burned through the fabric of his shirt. This was what bloodline magic was. It was inside him.

That spring he found the old bear, dead, in one of the caves. He slept beside the body. He dreamed the bear was his father. That was when he gave up being human. He gave her up as well.

Life was short, it was over in an instant, but some things lasted. Hate and love, kindness and cruelty, all lingered and, in their case, all had been passed on.

In the morning, she told everyone she was perfectly fine, even though she wasn't, even though she wished she was still on that green hill where Levi had been buried, where the grass smelled so sweet, where there was no beginning and no end.

The place where what someone needs and what she desires cross each other to become one.

You were a boy. Life is a mess, that's what Isabelle told me when I decided to have the child, but all we can do is live it.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse. There was something that come between Emily and other people, a white linen curtain, hazy. It made the world quieter and farther away, although occasionally she could see through to the other side.

She raged at a world that would allow such injustice to occur. How could the rural, verdant beauty all around her be the domain of such cruelty, a place in which the larks chattered despite the dangers they faced, unable to keep silent as they sang the praises of the sky.

a quotation that had been her favorite, written by the poet she most admired. Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality. Unbeknownst to Jet, Franny had added another line beneath her sister's name. Beloved by all.

I would have drowned without you to watch over me...I now understand there are a thousand ways to drown, and a thousand ways to rescue someone.