A Room on Lorelei Street Quotes

“it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“what's fate to you, opal? she asks.

opal leans back, too. oh, lots of things. lots and lots of things all pushed up against each other that makes something else happen. so much pushing it just can't happen any other way - unless you push back to make it not. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“...'cause only the Lord knows the heart of a man. ain't our job to be second-guessing. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this one coming from deep within. a numbing furrow slides through her soul, sliding into her brain, a furrow that seperates one part of her heart from the other. and then it goes quiet agani. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“as a child she thought if she could just pull away the fence they would turn back into the beautiful horses they really were and escape to the old plains. she had hope in that power”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“she whispers it aloud, 'lorelei.' the sound makes her ache, makes the word even more beautiful, even more real. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“but she still burns. she is on fire with need. burning that goes deeper than her skin, etched deeply, maybe in her soul, and there seems to be nothing for it, no balm, save inching her arms up to hold herself and wishin the arms weren't her own. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of zoe's life. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street

“...like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes. ”
― Mary E. Pearson, A Room on Lorelei Street