What was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.
Alice HoffmanMy mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.
Alice HoffmanIt was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.
Alice HoffmanThis day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.
Alice HoffmanAre people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldnโt help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth. I noticed them all: the ones whoโd lost their way, the ones whoโd lived their lives in ashes, the ones who had to prove themselves, the ones who, like me, had lost the ability to feel.
Alice Hoffman