Orphan Quotes

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John Wesley
“Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose?”
John Wesley

Kedar Joshi
“History is orphan. It can speak, but cannot hear. It can give, but cannot take. Its wounds and tragedies can be read and known, but cannot be avoided or cured.”
Kedar Joshi

Loretta Chase
“Orphans? Would you really? Adopt children?"
"There are advantages. If they turn out badly, we can blame their natural parents. We can also choose our own assortment of ages and genders. We can even get them ready-grown, if we wish.”
Loretta Chase, Captives of the Night

Ivan Turgenev
“Woe to the heart that has not loved in youth!”
Ivan Turgenev, Home of the Gentry

Laura van den Berg
“Is there any greater mystery than the separateness of each person?”
Laura van den Berg, Find Me

Tahereh Mafi
“This horrible half-grief has made me feel complicit in darkness. I worry that my sadness
will be interpreted as an endorsement of his choices—of his very existence—and in this
matter I don’t want to be misunderstood, so I cannot admit that I grieve him, that I care at
all for the loss of this monstrous man who raised me. And in the absence of healthy action
I remain frozen, a sentient stone in the wake of my father’s death.
I hated him.
I hated him with a violent intensity I’ve never since experienced. But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.
And it is this, my unrequited affection for my father, that has always been my greatest weakness. So I lie here, marinating in a sorrow I can never speak of, while regret consumes my heart.
I am an orphan.”
Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

John Berger
“I propose a conspiracy of orphans. We exchange winks. We reject hierarchies. All hierarchies. We take the shit of the world for granted and we exchange stories about how we nevertheless get by. We are impertinent. More than half the stars in the universe are orphan-stars belonging to no constellation. And they give off more light than all the constellation stars.”
John Berger, Confabulations

Brandon Sanderson
“Never go on a date unarmed.” Words of wisdom from my father. Well, my foster father. I was an orphan, of course. The best kings always are.”
Brandon Sanderson, Perfect State

Ru Freeman
“And after that until the end, there was no relief from being a girl with chores that she wasn’t being paid for, a girl with no new sandals and a friend who wasn’t a friend but a mistress, and a family that wasn’t but people who owned her and ordered her about, and nothing at all but her pretty breasts and her round bottom and her misbehaving hair to help her feel any different.”
Ru Freeman, A Disobedient Girl

“Destiny is not always preordained. Life is about making choices. Our lives are the sum of all the choices we make, the bridges we cross, and the ones we burn. Our souls cast long shadows over many people, even after we are gone. Fate, luck, and providence are the consequence of our freedom of choice, not the determinants. When justice is served by following our principles, making good decisions brings us inner peace.”
Judith Land, Adoption Detective: Memoir of an Adopted Child

“She's bewitched you! What good could she do us?"

"Well, now... We could do some good for her.”
Mariah Marsden, Anne of Green Gables: A Graphic Novel

A.S. Peterson
“Turn it beautiful.

His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always with the insistence of an elder commanding wisdom.

Turn it all to beauty.

She walked to the rail. When she turned and sat upon it, she heard a sailor in the crowd murmur that she might play them a tune. She hoped he was right. She needed the voices to be wrong. Fin raised the instrument to the cleft of her neck and closed her eyes. She emptied her mind and let herself be carried back to her earliest memory, the first pain she ever knew: the knowledge that her parents didn’t want her. The despair of rejection coursed through her. It fathered a knot of questions that bound her, enveloped her. Waves of uncertainty and frailty shook her to the bones. Her body quivered with anger and hopelessness. She reeled on the edge of a precipice. She wanted to scream or to throw her fists but she held it inside; she struggled to control it. She fought to subjugate her pain, but it grew. It welled up; it filled her mind. When she could hold it no more, exhausted by defiance and wearied by years of pretending not to care, Bartimaeus’s words surrounded her.

Got to turn it beautiful.

She dropped her defenses. She let weakness fill her. She accepted it. And the abyss yawned. She tottered over the edge and fell. The forces at war within her raced down her arms and set something extraordinary in motion; they became melody and harmony: rapturous, golden. Her fingers coaxed the long-silent fiddle to life. They danced across the strings without hesitation, molding beauty out of the miraculous combination of wood, vibration, and emotion. The music was so bright she felt she could see it. The poisonous voices were outsung. Notes raged out of her in a torrent. She had such music within her that her bones ached with it, the air around her trembled with it, her veins bled it. The men around fell still and silent. Some slipped to the deck and sat enraptured like children before a travelling bard.”
A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green

“I couldn't let you sacrifice yourself for me."

"Its not a sacrifice. My ambition has just changed.”
Mariah Marsden, Anne of Green Gables: A Graphic Novel

Heather O'Neill
“What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Magic mushrooms."
"I've always wanted to try those," he exclaimed. "They sound so cute.”
Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals

Diana Gabaldon
“For my sake,” he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, “I dinna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach,” he said, his voice suddenly husky. “Not for a dozen bairns. I’ve daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren—weans enough.”

He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly.

“But I’ve no life but you, Claire.”

He swallowed audibly, and went on, eyes fixed on mine.

“I did think, though . . . if ye do want another child . . . perhaps I could still give ye one.”
Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

James          Anderson
“Maybe it was being orphaned and alone all my life, but I always steeled for the worst outcome I could envision. That way I could shrug and be almost happy with anything that fell short of the worst. It was a peculiar life skill and one I had gotten damn good at.”
James Anderson, The Never-Open Desert Diner

Caterina Passarelli
“I finally let someone else in and now the weight of what happened to me isn’t so heavy to carry around.”
Caterina Passarelli, The Power of Salvation

Rudyard Kipling
“This is the great world, and I am only Kim. Who is Kim?' He considered his own identity, a thing he had never done before, till his head swam. He was one insignificant person in all this roaring whirl of India, going southward to he knew not what fate.”
Rudyard Kipling

Anthony Doerr
“Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Jutta prowl the ionosphere,searching for that lavish,penetrating voice.When they find it,Werner feels as if he has been launched into a different existence,a secret place where great discoveries are possible,where an orphan from a coal town can solve some vital mystery hidden in the physical world.”
Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

James          Anderson
“A Jewish Native American half-breed orphan playing bagpipes wasn't the sort of impression I ever wanted to make”
James Anderson, The Never-Open Desert Diner

Caterina Passarelli
“My hand shakes and some of the coffee I was bringing toward my mouth slips out of the cup and onto the table. Starving? This handsome CEO with his Jaguar and penthouse suite was starving?”
Caterina Passarelli, The Power of Salvation

“Колко тежки бяха условията, при които израсна нашето поколение! Без бащи, които гинеха по фронта,обути в налъми, въшливи и окъсани, с майки, чиито погледи горяха от мъка и от преумора - жени, изсушени от недояждане и от плач, които не знаеха за какво да се грижат по-напред: за нашето изхранване или за възпитанието ни. Почти всички бяхме станали гамени, тъй като растяхме на улицата, между лагерите на пленниците, в глада, хаоса и корупцията на тая безсмислена война.”
Емилиян Станев, Крадецът на праскови

Jason Fry
“An orphan,” he said wearily. “This is my nightmare. A thousand wannabe younglings showing up on my doorstep, hoping they’re the Chosen Whoevers, wanting to know how to lift rocks.”
Jason Fry, The Last Jedi: Expanded Edition (Exclusive Edition)
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Heather O'Neill
“The home is the most ritualized place in a society; each house is like a religious order with its own ceremonies.”
Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals

Elizabeth Kim
“For years, well into my adult life, I had recurring nightmares about that desk. I'd be walking past it, barefoot on a cold, hard floor. I'd hear a sound like wind rushing through a tunnel and feel a magnetic force sucking me inside. I'd be pulled, helpless, underneath the scarred roll-top and into the cubbyholes where the papers were stashed. I'd find myself in a room with a dirt floor, strapped to a table, and people would be standing around branding ugly names on my body with hot irons”
Elizabeth Kim, Ten Thousand Sorrows : The Extraordinary Journey of a Korean War Orphan

Lisa Kleypas
“Even with the way you usually carry on over children, I wouldn't have expected this. Actually bringing him to your home- what will Lord Hunter say?"
"I don't know. I'm sure Hunter won't approve, but there's something about this boy that makes me want to keep him safe."
"Lara, you feel that way about every child you encounter."
"Yes, but this one is special." Lara felt awkward and tongue-tied as she fumbled for a rational explanation. "When I first saw him, he had a mouse in his pocket. He had brought it from prison."
"A mouse," Rachel repeated, shivering suddenly. "Dead or alive?"
"Alive and kicking," Lara said ruefully. "Johnny was taking care of it. Isn't that remarkable? Locked away in that prison, facing horrors you and I could never imagine... and he found a little creature to love and care for."
Rachel shook her head and smiled as she stared at Lara. "So that's the attraction. The two of you share a habit of collecting strays. You're kindred spirits.”
Lisa Kleypas, Stranger in My Arms

Holly Black
“After every battle, he ritually dips his hood into the blood of his enemies. I’ve seen the hood, kept under glass in the armory. The fabric is stiff and stained a brown so deep it’s almost black, except for a few smears of green.
Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.”
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Charity begins on the street when you are homeless.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

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