Alice Sebold Quotes About Fathers

Quotes about: Fathers

• Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Nice, Fall

  Alice Sebold (2002). “The Lovely Bones”, p.5, Hachette UK

• There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

  Alice Sebold

  Children, Father, Lovely Bones

  "The Lovely Bones". www.imdb.com. 2009.

• Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Ocean, Eye

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.152, Pan Macmillan

• Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Home, Night

• A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Powerful, Father

• There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Heart, Practice

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.99, Pan Macmillan

• The earth has a mouth?” Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips,” my father said. Jack,” my mother said, laughing, “stop it. Do you know I caught him outside growling at the snapdragons?

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Father, Laughing

  Alice Sebold (2002). “The Lovely Bones”, p.27, Hachette UK

• Hold still," my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Blue, Sea

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.175, Pan Macmillan

• I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Dog, Brother

• My father had not been outside the house except to drive back and forth to work or sit out in the backyard, for months, nor had he seen his neighbors. Now he looked at them, from face to face, until he realized I had been loved by people he didn't even recognize. His heart filled up, warm again as it had not been in what seemed so long to him- save small forgotten moments with Buckley, the accidents of love that happened with his son. ~pgs 209-210; Buckley, Lindsey and Jack on Susie

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Heart, Son

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.150, Pan Macmillan

• As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Heart, Choices

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.113, Pan Macmillan

• It was Buckley, as my father and sister joined the group and listened to Grandma Lynn’s countless toasts, who saw me. He saw me standing under the rustic colonial clock and stared. He was drinking champagne. There were strings coming out from all around me, reaching out, waving in the air. Someone passed him a brownie. He held it in his hand but did not eat. He saw my shape and face, which had not changed-the hair still parted down the middle, the chest still flat and hips undeveloped-and wanted to call out my name. It was only a moment, and then I was gone.

  Alice Sebold

  Father, Grandma, Drinking

• I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.

  Alice Sebold

  Brother, Father, School

  Alice Sebold (2002). “The Lovely Bones”, p.25, Hachette UK

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