Kim Edwards Quotes About Fathers

Quotes about: Fathers

• Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

  Kim Edwards

  Photography, Father, Secret

  "The Memory Keeper's Daughter". Book by Kim Edwards, June 28, 2005.

• A moment might be a thousand different things.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Might, Different

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.215, Penguin

• You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

  Kim Edwards

  Time, Father, Rain

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.297, Penguin

• This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Self, Care

  Kim Edwards (2010). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter”, p.328, Penguin UK

• You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Heartache, Joy

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.249, Penguin

• Either things grow and change or they die.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Grows, Dies

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.376, Penguin

• It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Lying, Ends

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.68, Penguin

• She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Addiction, Darkness

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.272, Penguin

• Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Eggs, World

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.348, Penguin

• Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Pulse, World

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.195, Penguin

• His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Two, Woven

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.123, Penguin

• No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Heart, Mystery

  Kim Edwards (2010). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter”, p.466, Penguin UK

• He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Blood, Hands

• The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Knowing, Feelings

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.294, Penguin

• He had never even glimpsed her.

  Kim Edwards

  Father

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.237, Penguin

• Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Responsibility, Perfect

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.21, Penguin

• Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

  Kim Edwards

  Mother, Father, Wife

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.138, Penguin

• In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Silly, Heart

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.237, Penguin

• Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Twins, Excitement

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.66, Penguin

• Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Party, Sadness

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.154, Penguin

• Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.

  Kim Edwards

  Children, Father, Son

• Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Fall, Light

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.401, Penguin

• There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Eerie, News

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.69, Penguin

• So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

  Kim Edwards

  Father, Somewhere Else, New Life

  Kim Edwards (2006). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel”, p.74, Penguin

• She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

  Kim Edwards

  Love, Memories, Father

  Kim Edwards (2010). “The Memory Keeper's Daughter”, p.204, Penguin UK

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