324 Quotes by Cynthia Hand

Clara,” he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. “I’ll miss you.

Dearest Jane, Sorry I made you marry a horse. Your father-in-law is trying to kill me. Send help.

He still had a sense of wonder that gets shamed out of the majority of the teenage population by the time we turn 18. He still loved things about the world.

There are two ways to respond when life hands you something unpleasant,” the grandmother said, smiling down at the infant in her lap. “You can get soft or you can get tough. Our Ethan has just decided to get tough, it seems. But he’ll come around eventually, I think. He’s got a good heart under there somewhere. And he has time – God knows, he’s, what, seventeen now? He has time to get himself on the right path again.

I’m having an argument with myself. And I’m losing. So not good.

He thinks I’m having trouble expressing my feelings, which is why he suggested I write in a journal – to get it out, he said, like in the old days when physicians used to bleed their patients in order to drain the mysterious poisons. Which almost always ended up killing them in spite of the doctors’ good intentions, I might point out.

Everybody feels pain.

I was born with numbers on the brain. I think in equations. What I would do, if I could really put this pen to paper and produce something useful, is take my memories, these fleeting, painful moments of my life, and find some way to add and subtract and divide them, insert variables and move them, try to isolate them, to discover their elusive meanings, to translate them from possibilities to certainties.

Oh, come on. You eye-hump him all through British History.