Best 30 quotes of R. J. Lawrence on MyQuotes

Against ignorance, God Himself is helpless.

A smile leaked from behind the boy’s somber face, and then the thing withered like a little flower growing someplace infirm.

As she gobbled up the miles, big ravines appeared before her, their starving mouths open for the swallow.

Claire's face looking pretty and serene, as if she were gifted with a madness that left her ignorant of worry.

He celebrated his solitude with a frown.

He flipped over and positioned himself atop her, his head congested with rude thoughts.

He looked like a thing broken loose from a bedtime story, something unreal ... The giant watched her from above with a bizarre contemplation, his head tilted acrook, as if he'd snared some exquisite fairy from a storybook tale his own.

Her eyes flashed seven kinds of hell.

Hopeful people are more easily controlled, but the volume must be managed. Too much hope leaves a person emboldened and resistant. Too little leaves them disabled and useless. But just the right amount of hope subjugates them. They cradle it like a dying ember, and they'll do anything to keep the wind from extinguishing it. They'll serve.

It's bad luck not to believe in luck.

It's easier to be wise for others than for yourself.

Never apologize for correct actions.

On one side of the room, a middle-aged couple filled the boxes of a newspaper crossword puzzle, their faces lit with broad smiles, their demeanors odd to all but themselves.

Outside, the air filled with cricket noise, as the sun reddened in its descent.

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

She looked at his face. So old and wrinkled. So beautiful and just right.

She sat at the little table, her expression like that of a child digesting failed plans.

The boy raised the can to his nose and smelled, his lips wrinkling back as if he'd caught the business end of a skunk.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

The driver watched the young female figure approach within his rearview mirror, unable to discern more than superficial characteristics. As she grew closer, he saw the mud streaks and torn clothing, and within her eyes, he saw an emptiness where something beautiful might once have dwelled. A thing not lost, but taken, abruptly and without warning, using method so thorough as to alter a soul.

The sun had set, but a faint pastel haze lingered in the mid-summer sky.

They drove out of the driveway and onto the road, venturing forth into the horizon, spacious and empty, hanging before them blackly, and offering little else but the promise of the red morning sun.

They loved deeply in those early years, as it is common for young lovers to do.

They rolled up the path, tree branches raking the windshield like angry wardens.

What fools are those who spend their time constructing defenses against things there are no defenses for.

Within her simple, terrified mind, swift calculations of distance and speed were at work, and her face advertised the disappointing results.

You get to take what this world gives you.

You have to get angry in the face of bad situations. It's the most effective way to escape the bridles of despair.

Youth and patience are foreign to one another.

You want my advice? Well, here it is. Don't take no advice and don't give none neither.