The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova Quotes

“Love always matters, no matter how fleeting, how messy, how painful. It always matters”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“The secrets she had been trusted to keep, the confessions she had heard, the pasts she had revealed and the futures she had foretold returned, not so much as memories, but rather they seeped from the dark, draped walls of the booth and swirled around her and through her like ghosts. They were a part of her that she could never fully escape”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Could trust be incremental or was it an absolute that, once licked by a flame of deceit, crumbled like paper into ashes?”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“When we look up, wherever we are in the world, we see the same sky. We each may have a different vantage point, but we are all looking at the same sun, the same moon and stars.”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“When we look up, wherever we are in the world, we see the same sky. We each may have a different vantage point, but we are all looking at the same sun, the same moon and stars. That’s how it works with God, in my opinion. I’m sure he doesn’t care how we worship or what we call him. Perhaps simply having faith in him and living by it is enough, and the trappings of religion are only fripperies.”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Never tell a secret, never tell a lie. If you break a promise you will surely die. Say your prayers at bedtime, God forgive your sin. Then when you get to heaven the angels let you in.”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“traditional gypsy vardo”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Don't tell me that you've become one of those people who post everything they eat and drink on Instagram!' She knew that it was now a way of life for some people, but to her it seemed to be a way instead of life. No matter that your souffle was sagging by the time you actually ate it, so long as its erstwhile perfection was photographically flaunted for the benefit of your followers”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Imelda felt sick; a muddle of shifting emotions, each taking turns to rise and fall in both intensity and significance, manifest in a single physical symptom. She felt excited at the prospect of seeing him, angry with him, guilty for doubting him, stupid for trusting him, frightened of losing him, frightened for wanting him. So badly. She felt as though she was falling but had no idea where she might land”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“When we look up, wherever we are in the world, we see the same sky. We each may have a different vantage point, but we are all looking at the same sun, the same moon and stars. That's how it works with God, in my opinion. I'm sure he doesn't care how we worship or what we call him. Perhaps simply having faith in him and living by it is enough and the trappings of religion are only fripperies”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“But honesty and its aftermath were sometimes hard to bear, and what she did was who she was - a vocation from which there was no vacation”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“She had thought that a visit to the Foundling Museum might help. But it hadn't. The buttons, pennies and scraps of cloth left by desperate mothers as tokens by which they could identify their children, should they ever return to collect them, were heart-breaking to see. The humblest of objects, vessels for the most precious hopes, however remote they might have been. The final, fragile umbilical thread between mother and child”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Treasure wasn't black, but he wasn't white enough for some people either, and no man's land was never a safe or comfortable place to be”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova

“Madame Burova was a woman who knew where the bodies were buried. She had spent a lifetime keeping other people's secrets and her silence had come at a price. Some revelations - forbidden affairs and minor indiscretions - had been easy enough to bear. Like feathers on the wind. But others, dark and disturbing, had pricked her conscience and been a burden on her soul. She had seen the lovers and the liars, the angels and the devils, the dreamers and the fools. Her cards had unmasked them all and her cards never lied. Madame Burova knew the killer, the victim and the murder weapon.”
― Ruth Hogan, The Moon, the Stars, and Madame Burova