Best 8 quotes of Lauren Wolk on MyQuotes

Anyone who's ever gone from warm and bright to cold and dark knows how I felt.

But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.

I didn't tell him that I'd put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other business that occupied my brain, but I wouldn't unlid those boxes until I was ready to hear [his] stories again as they wanted to be heard.

If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?

I slept so long and hard that when my mother woke me the next morning I was a stranger to myself.

Nothing less important in the eyes of God, Annabelle, than pretty.

Somewhere, excitement waited for me like an uncut cake.

We spent some time like that, me asking small questions, Toby giving me longer and longer answers, until we were simply talking, Toby asking me questions, too.