Top 450 Delia Owens Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “For the first time since Ma and Jodie left, she breathed without pain; felt something other than the hurt. She needed this boat and that boy.”

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152. “Some parts of us will always be what we were, what we had to be to survive...”

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153. “Within all the worlds of biology, she searched for an explanation of why a mother would leave her offspring.”

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154. “The Barkley Cove graveyard trailed off under tunnels of dark oaks. Spanish moss hung in long curtains, creating cavelike sanctuaries for old tombstones – the remains of a family here, a loner there, in no order at all. Fingers of gnarled roots had torn and twisted gravestones into hunched and nameless forms. Markers of death all weathered into nubbins by elements of life. In the distance, the sea and sky sang too bright for this serious ground.”

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155. “As before, the shack stood unpainted on the outside, the weathered pine boards and tin roof rich in gray and rust colors, brushed by Spanish moss from the overhanging oak. Less rickety, but still woven into the weft of the marsh. Kya continued sleeping on the porch, except in the coldest of winter. But now she had a bed.”

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156. “It’s been a soul-crushing ordeal, but this seems to be a chance to start over.”

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157. “When they finally broke into the lagoon, where the ratty shack with rusted-out screens hunkered under the oaks, Maria clutched her youngest child, Jodie, fighting tears. Pa assured her, “Don’t ya worry none. I’ll get this fixed up in no time.” But Jake never improved the shack or finished high school. Soon after they arrived, he took up drinking and poker at the Swamp Guinea, trying to leave that foxhole in a shot glass.”

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158. “Mad as a mule chewin’ bumblebees.”

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159. “Colors, which had been muted by the dimness, formed into shapes as they moved into the light. Golden hair beneath a red cap. As if coming in from a dream, Tate stood in the stern of his old fishing boat poling through the channel. Kya cut her engine and rowed backward into a thicket to watch him pass.”

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160. “When her lagoon opened before them, the delicate details of every mossy branch and brilliant leaf reflected in the clear dark water. Dragonflies and snowy egrets lifted briefly at his strange boat, then resettled gracefully on silent wings.”

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161. “Walking into the shack – as she always called it – Tate felt the walls exhaling her breath, the floors whispering her steps so clear he called out her name. Then he stood against the wall, weeping. He lifted the old knapsack and held it to his chest.”

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162. “He was a page of time, a clipping pasted in a scrapbook because it was all she had. Her heart pounded as the fury dissipated.”

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163. “Autumn was coming. the evergreens might not have noticed, but the Sycamores did: they waved thousands of yellow leaves...”

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164. “Jumpin’, you know how it is. They’ll take his side. They’ll say I’m just stirring up trouble.”

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165. “He didn’t mention how he felt sorry for her being alone, that he knew how the kids had treated her for years;.”

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166. “The rest of the small half-moon beach was covered in a thick layer of broken shells, a jumble of crustacean parts, and crab claws. Shells the best secret-keepers of all.”

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167. “The bits and bones of a life. The stones of her stream.”

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168. “The only light emitted from various flashing beer signs, giving off an amber glow, like campfires licking whiskered faces.”

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169. “When the carton was empty she didn’t think she could stand the pain, so afraid they would leave her like everybody else.”

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170. “Blending in with the fighting, drinking, cussing renegades of the marsh was the easiest thing Jake ever did.”

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171. “Months passed into another year. Then another.”

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172. “Drifting back to the predictable cycles of tadpoles and the ballet of fireflies, Kya burrowed deeper into the wordless wilderness. Nature seemed the only stone that would not slip midstream.”

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173. “For miles To the other edge, And how much sky Is in one breath When time slides backward From the sand.”

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174. “Kya, I’m sorry ’bout the other day. Okay? C’mon, I wanta show you the fire tower.” She said nothing, still drifting his way, knowing it was weakness. “Look, if you’ve never climbed the tower, it’s a great way to see the marsh. Follow me.”

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175. “We called her the Marsh Girl; now scientific institutions recognize her as the Marsh Expert.”

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176. “Here- instead of the estuaries and enormous sweeps of grass as in her marsh- clear water flowed as far as she could see through a bright and open cypress forest. Brilliant white herons and storks stood among the water lilies and floating plants so green they seemed to glow. Hunched up on cypress knees as large as easy chairs, they ate pimento-cheese sandwiches and potato chips, grinning as geese glided just below their toes.”

— Delia Owens

177. “We seen Chase Andrews flat out in the swamp.”

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178. “With the mussel money she bought matches, a candle, and grits. Kerosene and soap would have to wait for another croker full. It took all her might not to buy a Sugar Daddy instead of the candle.”

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179. “I don’t know how to do life without grits.”

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180. “All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.”

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181. “As they moved closer, she flattened herself against the oak and peered around. Five girls and four boys, a bit older than she, maybe twelve. She recognized Chase Andrews throwing.”

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182. “Their squeals made Kya’s silence even louder. Their togetherness tugged at her loneliness, but she knew being labeled as marsh trash kept her behind the oak tree.”

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183. “Not waiting for the sounds of someone was a release. And a strength.”

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184. “Birds sing mostly at dawn because the cool, moist air of morning carries their songs and their meanings much farther.”

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185. “She knew the years of isolation had altered her behavior until she was different from others, but it wasn’t her fault she’d been alone.”

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186. “Unworthy boys make a lot of noise.”

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187. “Well, we better hide way out there where the crawdads sing. I pity any foster parents who take you on.” Tate’s whole face smiled.”

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188. “Ma was isolated and alone. Under those circumstances people behave differently.”

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189. “I made a necklace with the shell you found. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

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190. “Among themselves, doves fight as often as hawks.”

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191. “The view a chick gets, she reckoned, when it finally breaks its shell.”

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192. “Tate said long words were simply little ones strung together – so she wasn’t afraid of them, went straight to learning Pleistocene along with sat.”

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193. “Ever so carefully he opened the old cigar box, the one where all the collecting began. The box still smelled of sweet tobacco and little girl. Among a few birds’ feathers, insects’ wings, and seeds was the small jar with the ashes from her ma’s letter, and a bottle of Revlon fingernail polish, Barely Pink. The bits and bones of a life. The stones of her stream.”

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194. “In a time I don’t remember – I already loved you.”

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195. “Gently she touched his head, then scratched his neck. A loud purr erupted like a current. She closed her eyes at such easy acceptance. A deep pause in a lifetime of longing.”

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196. “The sky in a frumpy sweater of gray clouds.”

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197. “Hello, Mister Jake. How ya doin’?” “Well, Ah woke up on the right side of dirt,” Pa answered. Jumpin’ laughed as if he’d never heard the worn-out phrase.”

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198. “The lonely became larger than she could hold. She wished for someone’s voice, presence, touch, but wished more to protect her heart.”

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199. “Suddenly she shrieks as the power rushes beneath her, fondles her thighs, between her legs, flows along her back, swirling under her head, pulling her hair in inky strands.”

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200. “She wished for someone’s voice, presence, touch, but wished more to protect her heart.”

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