Alice Hoffman

Although I am no longer caught in the past, the future seems like a ridiculous thing to me. Try to catch it, hold it in your hand. It disappears every time.

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own.

Every man engaged in war tells himself he can alter what has been written, that it is he, not God, who is the maker of destiny, free to change what is meant to be.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

The best way to die is when your living

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

I once believed that life was a gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday possess. Is that greed, or only youth? Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune. All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in its own time and season, dependant on circumstances and fate. ~ Green Heart, Alice Hoffman

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

I head a bitterness that hadn't been there before. Something was changing inside him. He'd had enough of following the rules.

James had a theory about caged birds, one he hoped to prove when he became a scientist someday. He believed that all birds that had their freedom taken from them eventually lost their voices. Once that happened, they could never find their true song.

Mean people are meaningless.

It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you.

He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

I'm trying to find someone who doesn't want to be found.""That can be as hard as looking for a shadow.

It was a miracle to live as birds do, except for one thing: anyone seen in flight would surely be captured, perhaps even shot down like a crow flying above a cornfield. It's always dangerous to be different, to appear as a monster in most people's eyes, even from a distance.

Love was never a mistake,even when it wasn't returned.