The Number of Love Quotes

“He's still there, unchanged, even when we can't feel Him. When the grief's too loud to let us hear His voice.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“We're all good. We're all bad. The hero in our own stories. The villain in someone else's.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“She was worth waiting for. Worth seeking hour by hour, day by day, month by month. Year by year. Even if it took him a decade to convince her to be his, it would be worth it.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Sometimes the Lord answered prayers at an alarming rate.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Words weren't her language.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Her scowl was fierce and quick. "It was never feeling."
"Of course it was." He countered her scowl with a grin.
"It's just that you feel in numbers.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“He apparently preferred dark eyes to ready smiles. Sarcasm to sweetness. Codebreakers to secretaries.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Unconventional may be just what this world needs to recover from the tragedy that has beset it. And dreams . . . dreams are only worth pursuing when we have the right person by our side, sí? And the right person is the one who encourages. Who chases the dream along with you.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“And faith isn't just a feeling. We have to know He's still there, unchanged, even when we can't feel Him. When the grief's too loud to let us hear His voice.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Part of the art of asking a good question is knowing what not to ask, you know.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“We’re never restored fully, whole again, after we lose someone. We just learn to go on with the pieces missing.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Sometimes God let people die. Let His children break. And then pieced them back together into something new. Something that He could use for His glory instead of theirs.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Never in his life had he met anyone quite like Margot De Wilde.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“He looked up now and caught her gaze—which had again gone his way, blast it all. Smiled. Bother. Drat. Blast.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Each thought a bejeweled raindrop. Hardly, just now. More like a rain puddle, cloudy and grey.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“She was worth waiting for. Worth seeking hour by hour, day by day, month by month. Year by year. Even if it took him a decade to convince her to be his, it would be worth it. And the wait would only make him appreciate her all the more.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“You're a sarcastic little thing, did you know that?"
"I was unaware."
"There you go again."
"It wasn't going again, I hadn't stopped.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“It’s . . . I hate leaving the house. It hurts. No one understands that, no one can grasp how my chest gets so tight at the very thought of needing to go out.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“She had such an interesting way of moving. Not fluid and graceful like a young lady who had studied the social arts, but rather each move was brisk, efficient. As if she calculated the most effectual order of movements and performed them accordingly as she did the simple tasks of meal preparation.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Daylight fading, night oozing in, stripping it of green and pink and orange and leaving muted grey behind.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Hair tickled her neck in a way it hadn’t done since she was six—the first time she’d taken a pair of scissors to her hair, to eliminate the need for the ridiculous ribbons Maman had insisted on tying in it. That day, she’d learned what happened when she crossed one of Sophie De Wilde’s invisible lines, and she hadn’t been able to sit at her desk chair without pain for hours. But Maman wasn’t here to see. To judge. To punish. Or to decide that it wasn’t deserving of punishment. She had never drawn the lines in the same place twice. The second time Margot had cut her own hair, at age ten, it had simply been because it was annoying her, not in rebellion. Maman hadn’t punished her that time, and it wasn’t because she’d left it longer—below her shoulders, no ends tickling her neck. It had been because it hadn’t been meant to hurt anyone. “It is the heart that matters,” Maman had said as she evened out the edges that second time. “The motivation.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“What is the point of language if we don’t use it with precision”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“They'd said that whatever drug they'd slipped into his veins would make the journey comfortable. They'd said that he wouldn't even be aware of the trip, that he'd wake up in London and be on the mend. They'd said that rest was all he needed.
They'd lied.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“And had come to realize, through their daily games, that he wasn't quite the monster she'd thought him at first. That a uniform didn't make a man by nature a friend or an enemy.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“She was strong. She was courageous. But it never took away the fear.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“What were good looks, really? Just inherited features from parents. arranged symmetrically.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“That was what war made them all. A generation of ghosts.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“the falling twilight. London’s streets were going rose and gold, soon to be overtaken by purple and grey. And then, finally, the brown-black night of the city.”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“Did she realize she had such a soft heart under that barricade of mathematics?”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love

“the meantime, she could at the very least provide him with a better scarf. Maman always had a stack of extras. “You never know when you might see a neck in need of warmth,”
― Roseanna M. White, The Number of Love