Top 90 Quotes & Sayings by Meg Rosoff - Page 2

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

I guess the difference between Gin and me is that when Gin got shut in the barn she thought Edmond didn't love her anymore but because I could feel Edmond out there somewhere always loving me I didn't have to howl all night.

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

I didn't seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.

but all I could think was in New York that kid would have been stuck in a straitjacket practically from birth and dangled over a tank full of Educational Consultants and Remedial Experts all snapping at his ankles for the next twenty years arguing about his Special Needs and getting paid plenty for it.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

Such a courageous boy I was. To act brazenly under scrutiny and risk further injury to my wounded heart. Ah, the resilience, the blind, dumb persistence of youth.

The facts of his existence are plain. I know that he will never silence those unspeakable voices. He heard how people killed, and how they died and their voices infected him, coursed through his body, poisoned him. He didn't know how to turn off the noise, or turn the hate back out onto the world like the rest of us. He turned it on himself. You could see that from the scars on him.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong.

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions.

I've noticed that the magic getting along with someone isn't really magic. If you break it down, you can see how it happens. You say something a bit off-center and see if they react. If they get it, they push it a bit further. Then it's your turn again. And theirs. And so on, until it's banter. Once it's banter, it's friendship.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

The real truth is that the war didn't have much to do with it except that it provided a perfect limbo in which two people who were too young and too related could start kissing without anything or anyone making us stop.

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person.

The things that break your heart when you think there`s nothing left to break