Bonnie Andrews > Bonnie's Quotes

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
― A.A. Milne

“He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.”
― Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes

“Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.”
― Mary Oliver

“Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“Unfinished Poem
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”
― John O'Donohue

“Go and get your things,' he said. 'Dreams mean work.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

“Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that.

"Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do."

Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam.”
― Patricia Briggs, River Marked

“God save us from people who mean well.”
― Vikram Seth, A Suitable Boy

“We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable...”
― Edna O'Brien, Girl with Green Eyes

“...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.”
― Edna O'Brien, Girls in Their Married Bliss

“Love . . . is like nature, but in reverse; first it fruits, then it flowers, then it seems to wither, then it goes deep, deep down into its burrow, where no one sees it, where it is lost from sight, and ultimately people die with that secret buried inside their souls.”
― Edna O'Brien, Lantern Slides: Short Stories

“Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.”
― Edna O'Brien, Country Girl

“Her little treasures. Each item reminding her of someone or of something.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“I had not the heart to tell her that great love stories told of the pain and separateness between men and women.”
― Edna O'Brien, Country Girl

“I hear stories. It could be myself telling them to myself or it could be these murmurs that come out of the earth. The earth so old and haunted, so hungry and replete. It talks. Things past and things yet to be.”
― Edna O'Brien, House of Splendid Isolation

“she sees her life pass before her in rapid succession, like clouds, different shapes and different colors, merging, passing into one another, the story of her life being pulled out of her, like the pages pulled from a book.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“That was the thing about America, people always moving on, so that a girl had to snap up a beau as fast as she could.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“He never studied, not a paper, not a textbook . . . the books he reads are the people that come to him,”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“Horses are the ruination of everyone, your father has a craze for them but then we all do crazy things.”
― Edna O'Brien, The Light of Evening

“I am far from those I am with, and far from those I have left.”
― Edna O’Brien

“I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!”
― Dorothea Mackellar, The Poems of Dorothea Mackellar

“The word "good" has many meanings. For example, if a man were to shoot his grandmother at a range of five hundred yards, I should call him a good shot, but not necessarily a good man.”
― G.K. Chesterton

“The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

“when the cities are gone and all the ruckus has died away. when sunflowers push up through the concrete and asphalt of the forgotten interstate freeways. when the Kremlin & the Pentagon are turned into nursing homes for generals, presidents, & other such shit heads. when the glass-aluminum sky scraper tombs of Phoenix, AZ barely show above the sand dunes. why then, by God, maybe free men & wild women on horses can roam the sagebrush canyonlands in freedom...and dance all night to the music of fiddles! banjos! steel guitars! by the light of a reborn moon!”
― Edward Abbey

“In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.”
― Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club