45 Quotes by Sandra Newman

Nonetheless, it left him with a terrible doubt, a fear that inhabited every scene.

At last he had risen to hold forth tragically about the misfortune that it was to be alive.

The maidservants all were in love with Southampton, in a rapt, unhoping way, like a tribe of poets in love with the moon; one would have a fit of tears, then it spread to another and another, until all the house heaved with love's calamity.

But something had shifted. She pursued it, saying, “My father was a Jew of Venice. ‘Tis true: I am of that hated race.” He said cautiously, “Much evil is spoken of Jews. But men will speak villainously of anything strange. I am sure they say much that is false.

You’re getting like an attitude. What you get put through for just wanting something more out of life. Makes you vulnerable. Inside, that tug of desperation, trying not to be excited, maybe this is it, and it’s usually freaks and you want to shout I’m not like you.

You really don’t understand what it’s like to have bad parents, do you?

Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.

Because crazy people weren’t weaker than you – he’d often thought this about his mother – they were stronger. They outlasted you, even when they died. They would tread you underfoot without noticing.

She couldn’t know anyone, but someone still needed her. She couldn’t be anyone, but she could still love.