Top 200 Cynthia Hand Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.”

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52. “Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.”

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53. “First rule of Angel Club, you do not talk about Angel Club.”

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54. “We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.”

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55. “There’s death all around us. Everywhere we look. 1.8 people kill themselves every second. We just don’t pay attention. Until we do.”

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56. “For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door. And.”

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57. “Sanity is overrated.”

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58. “I am not dead” argued Edward. “There are nefarious villains who would have you believe I died. But any accounts of my demise have been grossly exaggerated, I assure you, for here I am, very much alive.”

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59. “The people we love are never truly gone.”

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60. “But if we believe that love is this powerful force that binds us together, and if this belief brings us happiness and stability in this tumultuous world, then what’s the harm?”

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61. “He’s waiting. He’s still waiting. He’s given up everything for me. His entire life. His future. Everything, because he wants to keep me safe. Because he believes, in his heart, that he’s my purpose and I’m his.”

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62. “Forgiveness is tricky, Alexis, because in the end it’s more about you than it’s about the person who’s being forgiven.”

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63. “All the best things are like that, though, Lex, the most beautiful things. Part of the beauty comes from the fact that they’re short-lived.”

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64. “Are you calling me a liar?” “I’m calling you a storyteller.”

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65. “My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.”

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66. “I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.”

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67. “No horse jokes,” he said. “My lord, I apologize for the horse joke. If you put down the book – unharmed! – I will give you a carrot.” He brandished the book at her. “Was that a horse joke?” “Neigh.” “Was that a horse joke?”

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68. “It’s funny how sometimes you don’t see the obvious things coming.”

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69. “Who are you calling beef-witted?” she laughed at him. “Your mother was a hamster, and your father stank of elderberries!” And away they went, whirling and stabbing with their brooms, almost dancing as they moved about the field. She.”

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70. “And there were no secrets between them anymore, save one. G wanted to confess it to his lady before they commenced with the very special hug.”

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71. “I understand now that nobody could have saved Ty but Ty. There’s no one else to blame. Not you. Not me. Ty was holding all the cards.”

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72. “Thanks for picking me to be the one who got to stand in your sunshine for a while.”

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73. “He’s hot. He knows he’s hot. I am taken. He knows I am taken.”

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74. “Of course, being angry is pointless. Unproductive. They don’t understand yet. That they are all waiting for that one phone call that will change everything. That every one of them will feel like me eventually. Because someone they love will die. It’s one of life’s cruel certainties.”

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75. “You must learn to deal with the facts.”

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76. “But love doesn’t always have to be about the happy ending. Love can be about beginnings, too.”

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77. “He thinks I’m having trouble expressing my feelings, which is why he suggested I write in a journal – to get it out, he said, like in the old days when physicians used to bleed their patients in order to drain the mysterious poisons. Which almost always ended up killing them in spite of the doctors’ good intentions, I might point out.”

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78. “She delighted in the smell of the ink, the rough feel of the paper between her fingers, the rustle of sweet pages, the shapes of letters before her eyes.”

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79. “Mr. Rochester grunted. “Miss Eyre, listen to me. I believe there is a string below your rib, and it stretches across class and age to me, and it is attached beneath my rib. And if you find another suitable position, and leave me, you will pull it out. And I will bleed.”

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80. “But here’s the thing, that futuristic society where everybody is drugged to be happy all the time no matter what happens, it’s horrible, monstrous even. It’s like the end of humanity, because we are supposed to feel things.”

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81. “Without stories, we’re all just lonely islands... stories let us see and hear and feel what someone else does... they build bridges to the other islands. That’s why stories are so important. They create true empathy.”

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82. “You can try to keep the worst things down inside you. You can shove them away, not think about them, not deal. But they bubble up to the surface. They always do.”

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83. “Everything was falling into place. And out of place, at the same time.”

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84. “Stories let us see and hear and feel what someone else does,” she explained. “They build bridges to the other islands. That’s why stories are so important. They create true empathy.”

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85. “You might have noticed that Edward was a bit of a sexist. You can’t blame him, really, since all his young life he’d been greatly exalted for simply having been born a boy.”

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86. “Well, you know, vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess.”

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87. “Dearest Jane, Sorry I made you marry a horse. Your father-in-law is trying to kill me. Send help.”

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88. “The GWBR?” Jane shook her head. “I don’t believe it exists.”

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89. “Armies aren’t very good about carrying libraries with them. I can’t imagine why. We’d fight so much less if everyone would juste sit down and read.”

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90. “If there was something strange in your neighborhood, you could, um, write the Society a letter, and they would promptly send an agent to take care of it.”

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91. “I just think, we don’t get promised anything good in this life. Bad things happen all the time. They’re happening right now, somewhere out there. They’ll keep happening. Who knows? Maybe this moment, right here, is as good as I’m every going to be.”

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92. “I know I’m not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there’s something else I thought I’d bring up.” She lifted her eyes to him. “I love you more than I love books.”

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93. “My fortune read, It’s never too late to become what one could have been.”

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94. “Do any of us have a choice where destiny is concerned?”

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95. “Come on, pretty boy,” he taunts. “Show me what you’ve got.”

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96. “Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books? Edward.”

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97. “He’s not meeting my eyes anymore. “We’re young,” he says. “We’ve got lots of time to fall in love.”

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98. “This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can’t touch my soul.”

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99. “But if you are a bucker of the system, a friend of truth, an ally of love, and a believer in magic, then read on.”

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100. “The whole place seemed like the look-don’t-touch kind of home. Perfectly manicured. Never enjoyed.”

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