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Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that's why I did it....Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?
Jennifer Donnelly
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The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.
Jennifer Donnelly
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I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.
Jennifer Donnelly
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A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.
Jennifer Donnelly
