Best 45 quotes of Anita Diament on MyQuotes

As a journalist I'm comfortable doing library research, and I did a lot! I had a fellowship at Radcliff for a year which gave me access to the Harvard system.

Biblical names are hot again.

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Egypt loved the lotus because it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved.

Egypt loved the lotus becuase it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved. Thus can something as insignificant as a name-two syllables, one high, one sweet- summon up the innumerable smiles, tears, sighs and dreams of a human life.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.

I am so honored to be the vessel into which you pour this story of pain and strength.

I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.

If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully. Stories about food show a strong connection. Wistful silences demonstrate unfinished business. The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.

I got nice rejections explaining that historical fiction was a difficult sell. But I kept trying.

I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.

I lived through a classic publishing story. My editor was fired a month before the book came out. The editor who took it over already had a full plate. It was never advertised. We didn't get reviewed in any major outlets.

I love many kinds of music: world music, jazz, classical, pop.

In Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden with a blue musk so powerful it seemed that even the fish and ducks would swoon. By night, the flower might wither but the perfume lasted. Fainter and fainter, but never quite gone. Even many days later, the lotus remained in the garden. Months would pass and a bee would alight near the spot where the lotus had blossomed, and its essence was released again, momentary but undeniable.

I never wanted Mary Poppins to be my nanny. I wanted to be her when I grew up.

I pray I die before they day comes when I do not know if my sons are infants or grandfathers.

I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.

It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.

I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

Mountains are where heaven meets earth.

My early childhood was spent in Newark, New Jersey, but my family moved to Denver when I was 12.

My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.

My husband, Jim, converted to Judaism just before our wedding.

Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.

One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.

One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.

on the day that the intlligence and talents of women are fully honored and employed, the human community and the planet itself will benefit in ways we can only begin to imagine.

Right now, I'm Writing song lyrics. Experimenting with a play. Toying with an idea for a documentary. I hope one of these will eventually be launched into the light of day.

Shakespeare in Love... such smart writing of an alternative view of history, and such beautiful acting. Like most Americans, I'm a sucker for the accent.

Since 1985, I have written about contemporary Jewish practice and the Jewish community.

The Bible - it's sort of the other person in the room. There's this book, the reader, and the Bible.

The more I do bookstores, the more people come up to me from church groups. I spoke at Pittsburg State College and had 2 or 3 ministers and book groups from a couple of churches.

The other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive.

The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff.

There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute

The Sabbath is a weekly cathedral raised up in my dining room, in my family, in my heart.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

Until very recently men and women inhabited very separate spheres. There was always interconnection, passion, love. But men and women didn't hang out at the end of the day and chat about what their day was like at the office.

Weeping is terrible for the complexion" said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, "but it is very good for the soul.

When a shy person smiles, it’s like the sun coming out.

Why did I not know that birth is the pinnacle where women discover the courage to become mothers?