Top 62 Nancy Horan Quotes
#1. There's not a word I can say to you that you have not already though of, Mamah... There are ways to hold the thing up in the light and see a hundred facets, and knowing you, you've found a hundred and one.
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#2. She got up from the bed, knelt beside the bed, and put her forehead down on the covers. She was not practiced at prayer anymore. The only word that came to mind was "please".
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#3. I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving Frank
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#4. Fanny believed their emotional landscapes were similar: Both were tenderhearted, headstrong, tough and vulnerable all at once.
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#5. With Mr. Wright, you just grab hold of the tail of the kite. If you can hang on, you're going to go places never thought possible.
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#6. But when you have a gift, it isn't yours to keep to yourself. It's the reason you're here. It's your purpose.
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#7. I'm like the trunk of a cactus, I suppose." she told him. "I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for a while until I get thirsty again.
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#8. Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.
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#9. So this was the big secret historians keep to themselves: historical research is wildly seductive and fun. There's a thrill in the process of digging, then piecing together details like a puzzle.
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#10. A chronic invalid has but one thought about his identity: He doesn't want to be a sick man. The rest of the discussion seems frivolous to him-an immense privilege of the healthy. Still, I'm a novelist, and so I pursue it.
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#11. Take my love for granted," he said, "and I shall do the same for you.
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#12. As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.
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#13. I'm married to Kevin, a photographer whose career has put him on the campaign trail with presidential candidates and sent him on assignment to far-flung places for long periods of time. It was sometimes rough when our children were small, and I was beginning to write in earnest.
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#14. He loved his wife, though love seemed an inadequate word to contain all the emotion that passed between married people.
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#15. What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else ... books.
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#16. It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.
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#17. I don't buy junk. When I buy something, it's got to be perfection or I don't want it. You won't find me coming home with five cheap suits, one for each day of the week. I'd rather have one perfect suit or none.
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#18. We are ourselves what we appreciate and no more.
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#19. It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.
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#20. Stay the course, daughter. But show yourself some kindness along the way.
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#21. What good is a man if he will not defend the honor of the woman he loves? And
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#22. If someone had told me in high school that one day I'd write an historical novel, I would have rolled my eyes.
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#23. Two years in a child's life is the distance between stars.
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#24. 'Loving Frank' is about a forbidden love affair between two people who lived a hundred years ago - Frank Lloyd Wright and his married client, Mamah Borthwick Cheney. The affair set off a colossal newspaper scandal when the lovers ran off to Europe together.
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#25. Is it every former madwoman's worst nightmare to be thought crazy when she isn't?
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#26. But the stories had made him different, too. They had shaped his appetite, his moral prejudices, who he was.
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#27. It was the sunny way he could tease her out of a snit, the way he looked at her so hungrily.
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#28. I guess I'm drawn to artists and literary people and want to learn about them.
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#29. There's a phrase over the door; she called to him. "Haec est porta coeli." ... "Here is the gate to heaven.
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#30. What a morning," Louis would say as they walked the rocky, dry hills above their rented chateau just outside Marseilles. "I want to take this day, fold it up, and put it in my pocket so I can have it again and again.
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#31. It seemed to me that boys had a lot more fun. It was a relief. I didn't look at myself from the outside. I just lived inside my skin, looking out.
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#32. The steadiness of your friendship warms me in this cold place. As
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#33. History class was a forty-minute squirm from which I would emerge unscathed by insight. Down the hall in English Lit, though, there were stories to be had, and it was stories I craved.
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#34. I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.
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#36. Writers should find out where joy resides and give it a voice. Every bright word or picture is a piece of pleasure set afloat. The reader catches it, and he goes on his way rejoicing. It's the business of art to send him that way as often as possible.
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#37. She had found more than peace of mind. She had discovered the state of her soul set down in ink.
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#38. How could the human heart hold within its chambers at the same moment such grand measures of nobility and baseness? He wrote in his notebook: Indians at Omaha station: I am ashamed for this thing we call civilization.
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#40. trilobites and Darwin and my father's talk of the 'human animal.
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#41. That kind of work ultimately didn't satisfy her deeper creative impulses, and it didn't fetch any glory in Louis's circle.
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#42. [My father] had a name for the bottom of the sky
'the hem of heaven.
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#43. You've known her for how long, a day and a half? Must you always fall so hard? Can't you just play?
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#44. You simply have to move forward despite all the notions about how we are supposed to be.
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#45. Together greet life's solemn real, Together own one glad ideal, Together laugh, together ache, And think one thought - "Each other's sake," And hope one hope - in new-world weather, To still go on, and go together.
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#46. I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.
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#47. My mother is my father's wife. And the children of lovers are orphans.
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#49. Fanny felt enlarged by his attentiveness. Was
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#50. Louis glanced at her face. He could tell she was mentally packing her trunk.
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#51. Sooner or later, we all sit down to a banquet of consequences.
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#52. She climbed back into bed, slid down between her boys, and slept at last.
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#53. In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
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#54. Maybe he knew that life is not an even fight," Louis mused. "Given the odds, it's the stand one takes that matters.
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#55. Tell her happiness is just practice," he said. "If only she acted happy, she would be happy.
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#56. to quicken with life. After an hour, covered
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#57. To fare on - fusing the self that wakes and the self that dreams.
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#58. look into possibly hiring a boat of some sort when I
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#59. Did all women married to well-known men struggle for recognition?
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#60. One of the great lessons I learned about historical fiction from writing 'Loving Frank' is that you don't try to disguise what people did; my approach was to try to understand the characters and why they did what they did.
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#61. The idea of America, where emigrants could meld with others in the great classless pot called the United States. Did it work, really?
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#62. How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.
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