Sonya Hartnett famous quotes

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She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Beautiful #Butterfly #Cat
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Wall #Doors #Desire
More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Children #Believe #Heart
Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Matter #Life Is
I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Pain #Disappointment #Stupid
There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Fire #Fingers
Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Brother #Revenge #Reflection
Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Dying #Atoms #Feels
A small town has as many eyes as a fly
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Eye #Towns #Small Town
A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Eye #Bird #Towns
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Eye #Let Me
My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Letting Go #Fear #Moving
I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#People #Miserable #Miserable Life
Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Water #Despair #Fool
I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Beautiful #Long #Dying
I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Want
Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Rain #Night #Love Is
It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Scary #Brave #Sometimes
You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Lonely #Fall #Rain
Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Trying #Stories #Way
There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Beautiful #World
How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Important #Crafts #Doe
No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Sky #Blue #Bird
I would always be lonely, but no more alone.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Lonely
Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.
-- Sonya Hartnett

#Hate #Together #Strange

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