72 Quotes by Cynthia Voigt

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

How can something get you thinking the wrong way, if you know how to think the right way?' Sammy asked.

Where the veil broke, you could see silvery clouds on which tall angels might stand. Not cute little Christmas angels, but high, stern angels in white robes, whose faces were sad and serious from being near God all day and hearing His decisions about the world.

Orien,” Birle protested again. “You can stay if you must.” Orien’s cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. “But I wish you’d come. I don’t know how long it would be before I could come back for you.” So she followed him, since he would return for her.

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, where love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the love.

Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, wheere love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the love.

Little bright-topped waves rocked the boat gently on the way to pattering up against the seawalls. A salty wind blew from the land out over the water. The town of Crisfield lay in the sunlight before them, bleached white as the oyster shells scattered around the ground.

Once again, everything had changed on them. Perhaps it was all this changing that made her sad.