Skylight Confessions Quotes

“Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“... hoping that if she just walked down the same street fate would whirl her backward in time until she was once more (fill in your age), when the future was something she had not yet stepped into, when it was just an idea, a moment, something that had not disappointed her yet.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“It was amazing how many colors there were, all running into the gutter in a stream: a dozen shades of blue, twenty different reds, and all that black soot, like a nightmare given form, the insides of a heart, destroyed so easily, done away with before anyone could stop the damage, or salvage what was lost, or even try to save him.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“She kept a stack of books near the tub so she could read in the bath, even though the edges of the pages turned moldy. She read on trains and on buses, which often made her late as she was forever missing her stop.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“It was a moment made of glass, this happiness; it was the easiest thing in the world to break. Every minute was a world, every hour a universe.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“But the best stories were about their mother, how her hair was as red as blood, how she had seventy-four freckles on her face, how she was a ferryboat captain's daughter who believed that people could fly.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“Someone killed himself because of me once, Meredith said.
People kill themselves because of what's inside of them, not because of other people.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“Sometimes they'd be there for over an hour, the woman pointing out the catalpa trees, the sparrows, the streetlights,the porch, the little boy repeating the words. They laughed as though everything were a marvel in this rundown neighborhood. All common objects no normal person would bother to take note of, unless she thoughts she'd made a terrible mistake, someone who came back again, hoping that if she walked down the same street fate would whirl her backward in time until she was 17, when the future was not something she had stepped into, when it was just a idea, a moment, something that had not disappointed her yet.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“I only have one story now.
The story was heroin. It was made out of sensation, not words; it was invisible and murderous and unstoppable. Sam disappeared from her slowly, like a snowman melting, until all Blanca had left of him was a pool of freezing-cold blue water, arctic cold, sorrow colored, evaporating with every year. She did her best to hold onto him, but it was impossible, like carrying ice into the desert or making time stand still. After the final fight when Sam moved out, Blanca saw him less and less often. He no longer had a presence; he was like the outline of a person, an absence rather than a full-fledged human being.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“I am not an idiot. It's just that sometimes there are things that I don't want to know.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“If love could tie you to a place from which you never wished to roam then wouldn't it be sensible to suppose that after death it might also tie the atoms that made you to that very same place?”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“I think if I believe in anything, I believe in ghosts.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“Put us in a jar, she thought. Put us in eternity.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“This was the purest instant he had ever experienced; the way he felt inside right then. If he had to be trapped in a forever he would choose this very moment. The black night, the few yellow leaves still clinging to the bare trees, the beautiful dark-eyed woman drinking whiskey, the way she gazed at him, the way she made him feel.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“How had love come to this? This twisted dark place. The phone calls, the fear, the look on his face when he drove by the house.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“wouldn’t it be more likely that time was the element a spirit would be attached to? That would mean a ghost is an entity that can’t let go of what was and isn’t anymore.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“A RED MAP ISN’T EASY TO FOLLOW. ANY DOCUMENT MADE of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they’re no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“name was Tom Smith and he had performed so many marriages he could recite the service in his sleep. Sometimes he did and his wife would lie in bed and listen to him, the whole service through, comforted that someone could know the words of love by heart.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“Her vision was going, but she could see him, the way people see clouds-beautiful, racing by, casting shadows.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions

“Sam said, Hey, you want to get high?
Amy had taken his words to mean You are so beautiful I am undone by you.”
― Alice Hoffman, Skylight Confessions