Best 18 quotes of Julie Berry on MyQuotes

A miracle that can never be: your face, your hands, pledged to me.

And what rules of economy dictate that a boy without a foot is more whole than a girl without a tongue?

Did we risk our lives to defend a just society, where guilt must be proven and not assumed? Or are we no better than the oppressive kings from whom our fathers fled?

I always want readers to lose themselves completely in a story and feel something, whatever the book invites them to feel. That experience is the best takeaway any book can offer.

I don't believe in miracles, but if the need is great, a girl might make her own miracle.

I have to trust that if a story is strong, it can find its readership, and good editors can steer me well.

I nod. Young love is not always forever. I know.

It's a cold world when no one will touch you.

Like a soldier back from battle you fill my vision. You're a flood, a baptism I'd forgotten, and the force of you leaves me breathless.

The fuzzy boundary lines between different readership ages have always puzzled me, so these days I just write what comes, and assume I can fix the mess later with an editor's help.

The people you save won't celebrate you. They'll gather the wood and cheer while you burn.

There is a curious comfort in letting go. After the agony, letting go brings numbness, and after the numbness, clarity. As if I can see the world for the first time, and my place in it, independent of you, a whole vista of what may be. Even if it is not grand or inspiring, it is real and solid, unlike the fantasy I've built around you. I will do this. I will triumph over you.

He caught me up on wings of light, and showed me the realms of his creation, the glittering gemstones paving his heaven. He left my body weak and spent, my spirit gorged with honey.

I am so often moved by souls whose first concern is not for their own lost years, but for the grief their passing will cause to those they love. It's more common than you might think. The most ordinary mortal bodies are housed by spectacular souls.

If I thought I could never love you more, I didn't understand you well enough.

I have no words to save you.

I want to learn. I deserve to read and write. Thoughts for company, and a pen for a voice. Who is more entitled to those privileges than I?

My head is full of seeing you see me.