Best 4 quotes of Jeannine Atkins on MyQuotes

Love's language is imprecise, fits more like mittens than gloves.

Names and knowledge change, the way the turning world brings color or deep shadows, without a sound even as soft as the twist of a key in a lock.

One can slide between poor and rich, the difference as slight as between paper and parchment, one voice and a choir, arms hanging by sides and a hug.

Stars crown the world, she said, but the lights in your eyes, those are stars, too. They make up your crown, he said.