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A Corner of White (The Colours of Madeleine, #1) A Corner of White by Jaclyn Moriarty
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“And then something happened. It was a fragment of time, a breath of time. It was like being in a car in pouring rain and driving under an overpass, and for just that second there is a profound, powerful sense of reprieve- the utter silence of non-rain.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“This is what I want you all to do. I want you to open a new document and type up a list of three problems in your life. Not the universe's life - your own. Underneath, type the solutions."

"If we know the solutions," said Belle, "they're not problems."

"Exactly," said Denny. "You do know the answers to most of your problems. Somewhere deep inside, you know.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Who knows if all our brains are inventing the same thing? I mean, how do we know that the thing YOUR eyes see and call "red" is the same thing that I call "red"?”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“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
“Madeleine Tully turned fourteen yesterday, but today she did not turn anything. Oh, wait. She turned a page.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Ah, even sitting here on my front porch, looking out over the fields, there's a part of me aches to see him walking. To conjure him out of the sunlight in the distance. The shape of my dad, I can almost see it, crossing the field toward me. Come to put his arm around me, reach out an arm to my mother as well, and I'll close my eyes and just breathe.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Here come the colours of Madeleine, thought Jack, and the colours went right through his bloodstream now, sailing on tiny boats — spinnakers fixed with little toothpicks.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“If you’re looking pretty and your hair’s all shiny, and there’s a glint in your eye, and you say sorry like you mean it, and then kiss me on the mouth and let your hand kind of slip under my shirt so it’s on my back, well, I’d sure forgive and forget.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“You’ve loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Where are they now? she thought. Her iPod, her iPhone, her iPad, the I-ness of her life? Her mind stretched around in its memories, searching for her things: She saw her phone on the hotel bedside table in Paris; her iPad in her Louis Vuitton urban satchel; her iPod slipping from her pocket in the restaurant, the night before she ran away.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“shit,”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Puedes andar con otra persona durante semanas y meses sin percibir los hermosos diseños de sus plumas. Y cuando finalmente los ves, te das cuenta que los has destrozado en mil pedazos.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Could you just gather your shock and confusion into a little handkerchief-size and save it for later.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“Surely that couldn't be the end of her first kiss? It seemed sort of pointless, to do that once without doing it again.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
“The rumors had started right away, and Elliot, hollow with shock, had felt their poison pouring into him.”
Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White