Janet FitchHis voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flu… ▶371Love
Janet FitchShe should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.371Thought
Janet FitchIn a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show. 372Reflection
Janet FitchAlthough she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). Paint It Black, p.140, Hachette UK361LoveSadness
Janet FitchWe recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and… ▶351Death
Janet FitchI couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.41, Hachette UK374Thought
Janet FitchDon't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best… ▶375Humanity
Janet FitchIn a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering w… ▶331LoveSadnessThought
Janet FitchIf sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.187, Hachette U… ▶376Philosophy
Janet Fitchher scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth332Truth
Janet FitchMost people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an atomic bomb. You know the ones: Was, did, had, made, went, looked... One-si… ▶311Humanity
Janet FitchYou were my home, Mother. I had no home but you ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.75, Hachette UK322Reflection
Janet FitchI thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand. ✨ Janet Fitch (2002). White Oleander, Large Print Press355Thought
Janet FitchWho are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.322Hope
Janet FitchThe best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.81, Hache… ▶355Humanity
Janet FitchI felt suddenly cruel, like I´d told dmall children there was no tooth fairy, that it was just their Mom sneaking into their room after they went to bed. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013… ▶322Reading
Janet FitchIf evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil. ✨ Jan… ▶377Thought
Janet FitchI wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.311Love
Janet FitchIt's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.255, Hachette UK333Reading
Janet FitchI hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeab… ▶334HumanityThought
Janet FitchAquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew in huge crystals without any … ▶356Sadness
Janet FitchIt's such a liability to love another person. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.213, Hachette UK367Love
Janet FitchShe kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but no… ▶323Philosophy
Janet FitchI wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy. -white ol… ▶356Humanity
Janet FitchI thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagin… ▶356Thought
Janet FitchYou must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lower… ▶367Love
Janet FitchShe would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want. ✨ Janet Fitch (2013). White Oleander, p.96,… ▶302Love
Janet FitchThat was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet. ✨ Janet Fitch (2006). Paint It Bl… ▶346ReadingSadness
Janet FitchPoppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground. ✨ Janet Fitch (2002). White Oleander, Large Print Press313Thought
Janet FitchI wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering t… ▶302ReadingThought
