Jennifer Donnelly Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Love, Kings, Heart

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “Revolution”, p.104, Bloomsbury Publishing

• Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge out your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only silence. Indifference. But merely stand looking at the playbills, sighing because your name is not on them, and the devil himself appears at your elbow full of sympathy and suggestions. And that's why I did it....Because God loves us, but the devil takes an interest.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Grief, Heart, Eye

  Jennifer Donnelly (2010). “Revolution”, p.245, Delacorte Books for Young Readers

• For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Heart, Looks, Want

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “A Gathering Light”, p.114, Bloomsbury Publishing

• I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Hurt, Rip, Heart

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “Revolution”, p.10, Bloomsbury Publishing

• On those nights, the words were for me alone. They came up unbidden from my heart. They spilled over my tongue and spilled out my mouth. And because of them, I, who was nothing and nobody, was a prince of Denmark, a maid of Verona, a queen of Egypt. I was a sour misanthrope, a beetling hypocrite, a conjurer's daughter, a mad and murderous king.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Daughter, Kings, Queens

• He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Strong, Heart, Necks

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “A Gathering Light”, p.135, Bloomsbury Publishing

• 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

  Pain, Rain, Writing

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “Revolution”, p.202, Bloomsbury Publishing

• The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of his hand and a hundred musicians tear into the Handel, making a sound you've never heard before, and never will again. A sound that goes through you, through flesh and bone, and reorders the very beat of your heart.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Kings, Spring, Heart

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “Revolution”, p.106, Bloomsbury Publishing

• Every heart is made of stories.

  Jennifer Donnelly

  Heart, Stories, Made

  Jennifer Donnelly (2015). “Revolution”, p.54, Bloomsbury Publishing

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