520 Quotes by Melina Marchetta

We didn’t let them do anything to us, Travanion,” Beatriss said fiercely, “They did it without out permission.

What is it? A prize or something? No. It’s not a prize and I’m not a prize. But it’s mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don’t want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn’t mean a thing.

It is what a man does for strangers that counts more than what he does for his family.

He bursts out laughing. It’s short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction’s already mine.

I would pick them when they bloomed. And when she called me home for supper, I’d place them in her hair and the contrast would take my breath away.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn’t be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.

And for Narnie, hours without them went by, and then days, and then weeks. And in between those seconds and minutes and hours and day and weeks was the most acute sense of loneliness she’d ever experienced.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

I’ve been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.