Quote

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

Jennifer Donnelly

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Jennifer Donnelly
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 29
Author
Novelist
Writer
Port Chester
New York
Hands
Fingertips
Doe
Bleed
Play
Nail
Heart
Rip
Nails
Strings
Hurt
Forget

More quotes by Jennifer Donnelly

Image
Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Things are NEVER what they seem, Pa, I thought. I used to think they were, but I was wrong or stupid or blind or something. Old folks are forever complaining about their failing eyesight, but I think your vision gets better as you get older. Mine surely was.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness. Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
There were times when I lifted my face to the sky, stretched my arms wide to the winter night, and laughed out loud, so happy was I. The memory of it makes me laugh now, but not from happiness. Be careful what you show the world. You never know when the wolf is watching.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
There was a basket at her feet. She reached into it and lifted out the head of a young woman, a marquise. She wore Bourbon white to her death, but wears the tricolor now - white cheeks, blue lips, red dripping from her neck. Long live the revolution.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where it counts. In 'ere.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
I struggled for a long time to get anything published.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
I play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
There is an advantage to be found in most everything that happens to you, even if it is not immediately apparent.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?
Jennifer Donnelly
Image
I just love historical fiction.
Jennifer Donnelly