Confessions of A Bibliophile > Confessions of A Bibliophile's Quotes

“Even mosochists need lovers. What would a girl like me do without someone like you? Perhaps everyone is good for someone.”
― R.K. Lilley, In Flight

“He lay down beside me, pulling me back to his chest and throwing his arm over me. “Mine,” he whispered in my ear.”
― R.K. Lilley, In Flight

“Yes, you scare me,” I told him, after a very long silence, while I processed his answer. “But I’m irrevocably fucked up, so you excite me in equal measures. I find it liberating, to let someone control me…”
― R.K. Lilley, In Flight

“I wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.”
― R.K. Lilley, Mile High

“Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness for you.
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life before you.”
― R.K. Lilley, Grounded

“Is it romantic or psychotic when I say I'll never let you leave me?”
― R.K. Lilley, Grounded

“You put your soul into those paintings, and nothing in this world is more beautiful to me than that soul of yours.”
― R.K. Lilley, Grounded

“For that look.  For that lack of trust.  For leaving me for days, whatever the fucking reason.  And you were late.”
― R.K. Lilley, Grounded

“If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?

Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that cannot see?

Does he curl the hair upon my head 'til it rebels in wild defiance?

Does he close the ears of a deaf man to make him more reliant?

Is the way I look a coincidence or just a twist of fate?

If he made me this way, is it okay, to blame him for the things I hate?

For the flaws that seem to worsen every time I see a mirror,For the ugliness I see in me, for the loathing and the fear.

Does he sculpt us for his pleasure, for a reason I can't see?

If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“True beauty, the kind that doesn't fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed.
And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can't see. We believe there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent, our bodies can't contain it.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I wrote your name across my heart

So I would not forget.

The way I felt when you were born

Before we'd even met

 

I wrote your name across my heart

So your heart beats with mine

And when I miss you most I trace

Each loop and every line

 

I wrote your name across my heart,

So we could be together

So I could hold you close to me

And keep you there forever.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, and when you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Death is easy. Living is the hard part.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Victory is in the battle.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I've been in love with you since you helped me bury that spider in my garden, and you sang with me like we were singing “Amazing Grace” instead of “The Itsy, Bitsy Spider.” I've loved you since you quoted Hamlet like you understood him, since you said you loved ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn't be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation. I read and re-read your letters to Rita because I felt like you'd opened up a little window into your soul, and the light was pouring out with every word. They weren't even for me, but it didn't matter. I loved every word, every thought, and I loved you . . . so much.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Nobody or Nowhere? Fern: I'd rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else.
Ambrose: I'd rather be nowhere. Being nobody when you're expected to be somebody gets old.
Fern: How would you know? Have you been nobody?
Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Do you think there’s any way someone like Ambrose could fall in love with someone like me?”...
“Only if he’s lucky.”
“Oh, Bailey.” Fern shook her head, but loved him for saying it…and even more for meaning it.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I want your body. I want your mouth. I want your red hair in my hands. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. I want Shakespeare and Amber Rose novels ... And I want you to come with me when I go.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Ambrose Young! I have waited my whole life for you to want me. If you don’t hold me tight I won’t believe you mean it, and that’s worse than never being held at all. You’d better make me believe you mean it, Ambrose, or you will most definitely break me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Fern” he whispered hoarsely.
“Then don’t,” she whispered back, trusting him.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Fern didn’t think she was good enough for you then, and you don’t think you’re good enough for her now. And both of you are wrong…and so stupid! Stuuupiiiid!” Bailey dragged the word out in disgust. “I’m ugly! I’m not worthy of love, waaa!” Bailey mimicked them in a whiny, high-pitched voice, and then shook his head as if he was thoroughly disappointed.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Fern has Ugly Girl Syndrome.” Bailey said, out of the blue. “Also known as UGS … She grew up thinking she was ugly. She doesn’t realize that she shed the ugly a long time ago. She’s beautiful now. And she’s just as pretty on the inside, which is a side benny of UGS.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I have no pride left, Ambrose! Bailey said. No pride. But it was my pride or my life. I had to choose. So do you. You can have your pride and sit here and make cupcakes and get old and fat and nobody will give a damn after a while. Or you can trade that pride in for a little humility and take your life back.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“If God makes all our faces, did he laugh
when he made me?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“If I were to paint you, I would use every color.”
― Amy Harmon, The Law of Moses

“Georgia’s eyes. Georgia’s hair. Georgia’s smile. Georgia’s personality. Georgia’s kisses.”
― Amy Harmon, The Law of Moses

“I keep wishing you had had a better life...a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue." He looked at me then. "And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
― Amy Harmon, A Different Blue

“You may not be a work of art, but you are definitely a piece of work.”
― Amy Harmon, A Different Blue

“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.”
― Amy Harmon, A Different Blue

“And true love suffereth long, and is kind; true love envieth not; true love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil. True love rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; true love beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. True love never faileth…”
― Amy Harmon, Running Barefoot

“Oh Josie," Samuel sighed gently. "Your heart is too tender for your own good."
"I don't usually cry like this, Samuel. Geez, it's been years since I've cried like this. Since you've been back I can't seem to stop. It's like a cloud has burst inside me, and I'm caught in a constant downpour"
"Come here, Josie," Samuel said, and when I slid over next to him he kissed me gently on the forehead and smoothed my hair from my damp cheeks. "Well then, maybe you should go ahead and just let it rain for a while"
And so I did.”
― Amy Harmon, Running Barefoot