Siena > Siena's Quotes

“There isn’t anyone you couldn’t love once you’ve heard their story. ”
― Mary Lou Kownacki

“There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan

“My father, I never knew, except for this one time when he threw a ball and told me to go fetch it.

"Dad," I said. "Am I a dog?"

"Lydia," he said. "I apologize.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Year of Secret Assignments

“How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there you'll be.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Cracks in the Kingdom

“She's always getting into trouble because she gets bored really really easily. [...]
My mum says it's because Celia has an attention span the size of a sesame seed.
Celia's mum says it's because Celia's identity is unfurling itself slowly, like a tulip bud, and it's a breathtakingly beautiful thing to see.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, Feeling Sorry for Celia

“It's a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Year of Secret Assignments

“Well, first you have to be very, very funny. I have realized that it is essential for a boy to be funny. Otherwise, what is the point in a boy?”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Year of Secret Assignments

“It was the strangest things, how happiness came out of nowhere and inflated your soul.”
― Kate DiCamillo, Raymie Nightingale

“What does it mean?" Emily said, in a low, panicked voice: "What does it mean if a rainbow comes before rain?”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Murder of Bindy Mackenzie

“You're making me nervous by being so weird.
But your weirdness is what I like about you.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Year of Secret Assignments

“Early on, when they'd just started home schooling together, he'd written a note on the margin of her page: "What's your star sign?"

She'd turned to him, "What does my star sigh?" and he'd seen how much she'd liked the idea that she owned a star, and that it sighed; he'd seen in her eyes that her mind was rushing through the possible words that it could sigh.

It's true that his handwriting was bad: the "n" looked a lot like an "h."

But when he's crossed it out and written "sign," underlining the "n" three times, a vagueness had wandered onto her face, and she'd thought for a moment, then said, "Pisces," and smiled.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White

“Where was she now, the girl with the thunderstorm heart?”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White

“There was something in the moonlight tonight. It was stroking the stonework and spires, leaning into cracks between the cobblestones, caressing the stained-glass windows. She felt her heart lift with magic.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Cracks in the Kingdom

“How embarrassing to be human.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“My dearest Emma," said he, "for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hour's conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emma -- tell me at once. Say 'No,' if it is to be said." She could really say nothing. "You are silent," he cried, with great animation; "absolutely silent! at present I ask no more."

Emma was almost ready to sink under the agitation of this moment. The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream, was perhaps the most prominent feeling.

"I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“Excelsior," Gansey said bleakly.
Blue asked, "What does that even mean?"
Gansey looked over his shoulder at her. He was once more, just a little bit closer to the boy she'd seen in the churchyard.
"Onward and upward.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

“Love is a dangerous angel.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat