17 Quotes by Sylvia Brownrigg

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book. I plan to give this book to you and know you'll read it, so our minds may meet across these pages, in the colorful country of another writer's language,where we can flourish in the knowledge that we are learning how to speak to one another; and so our mouths will know what to do when they finally come together.

I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.

The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.

Flannery never forgot this. Anne Arden, a woman who meant more to Flannery than Flannery felt she could ever have meant to Anne, had found the person she was intended for; so Flannery need not be bitter, and never was. Anne loved Jasper, and was loved. What more could you want for someone who mattered to you?

She was a writer, yes, or had been once, and sometimes she could still be beautifully articulate.Other times, she simply could not find the right thing, or anything at all, to say.

No wonder you want to be a writer. How can you not, with all that behind you? You practically are a novel already.

It could not always be love in the afternoon and passion in the night, gifts given, notes written, meals fed to each other. It can’t all be like that.

Those who are apparently absent can feel more present than the people right in front of you.

I’d like to pay your palms the same favor that you pay these pages, searching them for grooves and images and the secret signs of hunger, as you may scan these words for hidden messages. The lines of your hand might be a guide to your gifts for pleasure, or a clue to where you’ll take me, or a map of where I might take you.