30 Quotes by Anne Rivers Siddons

Walter Parmenter sometimes seemed to his daughter a restless subterranean force held together by rituals.

Jenny looked, as usual, elegant and as fine-drawn as a young doe, but oddly muted, as if she had been outlined in sepia.

Anyone who has lost a love to death can tell you about that fall. You wake from a hard-won sleep and be there warm and groggy and consider engaging the day. And then you remember. Half of you is not there, and never will be again. The person who focused all the disparate parts of you into a whole is gone. The agony is too much; you almost welcome the great slide ahead of you. But there is no oblivion in it. Only blackness and an endless well of red pain.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

...as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn...

That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness...

I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.