Top 56 Cynthia Voigt Quotes
#1. You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.
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#2. I'm a big fan of outlining. Here's the theory: If I outline, then I can see the mistakes I'm liable to make. They come out more clearly in the outline than they do in the pages.
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#3. On this road they saw some other men, fishers and farmers Elske was told; some of the men were accompanied by women whose hair was wrapped around with colored cloths. These men and women stared at Elske, in her fur boots and wolfskin cloak, but when she stared back and them they looked away.
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#4. Hiding under the bed doesn't make the worry stop.
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#5. Orien," Birle protested again.
"You can stay if you must." Orien's cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. "But I wish you'd come. I don't know how long it would be before I could come back for you."
So she followed him, since he would return for her.
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#6. No fish were biting. Not that morning. She heard James calling her with panic in his voice. Slowly, she trudged back to her family. "I told you," Sammy said to James, "because the fishing line was
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#7. Reading was my hobby, my sport and my activity of choice. It was the prime pleasure of my days, an unfailing escape from whatever realities were distressing me, and the only source of pride I knew, other vanities lying beyond my grasp. I couldn't do anything else well, but I could do words.
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#8. You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?
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#10. Curled up, closed his eyes, and marched himself off, as if sleep were an actual place, like home, like the kitchen - a place a mouse could go to.
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#11. Even after everyone had gone home, the house was filled with the good time they'd had, as if it could linger in the air like the voices and music lingered in memory. Mina wrapped the memory up and put it in her heart; there was a quiet gladness, deep like a tree and tall in her
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#12. One day at my grandmother's house, I discovered 'The Secret Garden' and read it. This was the first book I found entirely for myself, and I cherished it.
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#13. I was eighteen when I wrote my first book, and I can't remember what it was called. I have no idea where the manuscript is - I lost it when I was twenty-one.
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#14. All work is worth doing well. And there are things to be enjoyed about most jobs ...
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#15. I didn't write anything at all except book reports until I was in seventh grade, and then I wrote mostly poetry for myself.
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#16. By the time I started high school, I knew I wanted to be a writer. After graduating from Smith College in Massachusetts, I moved to New York City and worked for the advertising agency J. Walter Thompson.
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#18. On a bright Sunday morning in the early years of the last century,
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#19. You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs ... They thought that just because they were smashing eggs they must be making an omelette
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#20. They spent almost four dollars on supper at the mall, and none of them had dessert. They had hamburgers and french fries and, after Dicey thought it over, milkshakes.
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#21. It was almost as if he'd been a ghost in all those rooms, all those days, a ghost in his own life.
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#22. Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, where love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the love.
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#23. Oriel didn't move. But inside of his head, all was movement, like a river running over rapids, searching for the way through, trying routes around rocks and over shallows, a turbulence of thought more rapid than he could follow. Griff, he knew, would do and say nothing until he heard Oriel's choice.
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#24. All I wanted to do was read, to be told stories. Stories were full of excitement and emotions and characters that entertained and often inspired.
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#25. A really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.
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#26. Maybe life was like a sea, and all the people were like boats ... Everybody who was born was cast into the sea. Winds would blow them in all directions. Tides would rise and turn, in their own rhythm. And the boats - they just went along as best they could, trying to find a harbor.
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#27. I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.
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#28. I was no scholar in college, and was arrogant about what I thought.
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#29. I used to know kids better because I was teaching in a classroom, but I still have a sense of comfort with them. I don't believe that kids have essentially changed.
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#30. I got to thinking - when it was too late - you have to reach out to people. To your family, too. You can't just let them sit there, you should put your hand out. If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough. If you don't care enough, you forget about them, if you can.
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#31. My favorite season was when I wrote every morning for three or four hours, then I would go and teach my classes at school, come home to my family and hang out with them, have dinner, and then, after everyone was tucked in, I would prepare for my classes the next day.
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#32. Dicey looked out over the tall marsh grasses, blowing in the wind. If the wind blew, the grasses had to bend with it.
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#33. I do have trouble starting books. I have ideas that I have trouble starting to write. But I'm the kind of person who tends to finish everything she starts out of sheer stubbornness.
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#34. I'm not a compulsive writer. I wish I could be compulsive about something. I have no regular writing routine.
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#35. When a daring idea first crosses one's mind, if it is to be realized in the future it is often appealing. Then, as the time for its execution comes nearer, one begins to dread that which had once been anticipated.
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#36. To himself, he called it a safe place, and when they were finally settled in at the end of July, living in the three-room house where windows gave out over the water and woods and sky, he knew he had been right.
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#37. My writing process often begins with a question. I write down ideas and let them stew for about a year. Then, when I sit down to write, I make a list of characters and try to see how they fit.
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#38. Where the veil broke, you could see silvery clouds on which tall angels might stand. Not cute little Christmas angels, but high, stern angels in white robes, whose faces were sad and serious from being near God all day and hearing His decisions about the world.
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#39. Men, and women too, are unpredictable creatures. You have seen little of this. I wonder now if your innocence is enough protection for you.
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#40. She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls' hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
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#41. Elske screamed, too. But when Elske screamed, it was the war cry of the Volkaric that came out of her mouth, a howling like the voice of a wolf. The cry wound around the narrow streets as if they were in the wild and merciless northlands.
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#43. It's so great to be able to write from home. My bread is rising downstairs, and I'm upstairs writing. I have a writing room that my grandchildren consider one of their playrooms.
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#44. Night's darkness cloaked Elske, covering her as the winter snows cover mountains, from peak to foot. Elske moved with the weight of darkness on her shoulders, on her head; and she tasted it in her mouth like the flavorless rills that ran so fast in spring melts.
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#45. She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.
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#46. The air in the library rooms was silent, full of ideas, the thinking of the writers of books, the thinking of the readers of books.
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#47. I think writing is a part-time career, because otherwise you get a little stale, maybe even self-indulgent, when you have to fill the hours with sentences. I don't think, if I wrote 12 hours a day, my work would be much better.
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#48. Ideas, he knew from experience, arrived in their own good time, dressed exactly the way they wanted to be and saying only as much as they felt like.
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#49. Behind the mask Jackaroo wore, there could be a face of bone, its flesh long since eaten away. Jackaroo could fight as a trained soldier, with swords and shield; he could ride a horse like a Lord; and he had the knowledge of letters which only the Lords held.
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#50. Kids are really tougher than adults, but we tend to forget this in an affluent society that lets kids indulge themselves.
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#51. People had no more choice than animals about the burdens they carried.
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#52. Mina thought to herself, watching, her momma was the kind of woman she wanted to be, wherever else she got to in her life.
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#53. When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle.
"Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty.
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#54. Rebellion is necessary for development of character.
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#56. People can be unimaginably foolish ... and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.
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