I was agitated something fierce.

Jennifer Donnelly


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I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

Jennifer Donnelly

Tag: reading books fiction



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They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.

Jennifer Donnelly

Tag: death sorrow death-and-dying unhappiness death-of-a-loved-one



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It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

Jennifer Donnelly


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Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

Jennifer Donnelly

Tag: light namaste nepalese-greeting



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Only the Hopeless love God.
Because God may love us, but the devil takes an interest.

Jennifer Donnelly


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Maybe his quietness masked a great and boiling soul.

Jennifer Donnelly


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India said, 'But Mrs. Moskowitz, it just won't work. I still have to find a proper salaried position. I have to cover my expenses. Pay my rent.'
'You will stay with us.'
'Thank you. Truly. But it would be impossible.'
Mrs. Moskowitz reached across the table. She covered India's hand with her own. 'With all respect, my dear India,' she said, 'I look to God to tell me what is possible. Not to you.

Jennifer Donnelly


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It was an amazing feeling, to succeed at something. It was a new feeling for her -- part happiness, part pride -- and she relished it.

Jennifer Donnelly

Tag: success succeeding succeed



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The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Jennifer Donnelly


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