Lisa Unger Quotes
Top 88 wise famous quotes and sayings by Lisa Unger
Lisa Unger Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. - John Milton, Paradise Lost
Maybe I have this fascination with the dark side because I live in the light. I don't have any dysfunction, and I've never experienced trauma.
Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.
You were never so acutely aware of your own flaws as you were in the presence of your child. Why was that? The
When our actions and choices are based on fear and denial ... Well, nothing good can come of that. Ever.
It was the dawn of a new day that Birdie prized. It was God's little reminder that no matter how dark the night, the sun always rises.
You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day
from the minute they left your body until they left your home.
from the minute they left your body until they left your home.
There's nothing particularly dark in my past ... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.
I love the village in my computer. There's little validation in the day-to-day life of a writer; sometimes we ache for a connection.
Publishing is a business of relationships. The relationships you make at one house can carry over to another.
We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.
What we think of as our "gut instincts" are really a very complex mosaic of past experiences, deep-seated hopes, fears, desires.
Back. But no, she couldn't have allowed it. She couldn't allow the shame, the disgrace. The very idea that he'd leave her for
Eloise thought that justice was a funny thing. It was a big idea, a romantic one. It was imagined like a satisfying end to a story.
You can put on a mask and a costume for the rest of the world, but you can't hide from the people who changed your diapers.
Who you marry, what you choose as your profession, how you were raised - yes, that is the big picture. But, as they say, the devil's in the details.
Anger is not the absence of love. Anger broke you apart. Love and anger wrap around each other and becomes one living thing inside your heart.
When we put on clothes, we're telling ourselves something, and we're communicating that something to every person we meet.
Is the prey complicit in its own demise? Are we not seduced in some small way by the beauty, the grace, even the dangerous soul of the predator?
Birdie wondered why that so often seemed to be the case - once you had what you wanted, it was a shadow of what you'd dreamed it to be.
Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.
But words are all we have, their essence the only passage into our centers, the only way we can make people feel what we feel
Each of us extracted different people from our parents by our personalities and hence we had different experiences growing up.
Give up, she wanted to tell them. You lost. The world is crap, and no amount of communicating is going to change it.
In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.
You cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.
It must be the ultimate punishment, don't you think, to finally gain wisdom, only to realize that the consequences of your actions are irrevocable?
The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.
She wanted to take those words back. But they were out, shattering in the air all around them, slicing them both.
The business of writing a novel is a long, meandering road into the self, into the imagination. And it's a road the writer travels alone.
Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.
Shock is the stepsister of denial. It cushions the blow to your psyche when really fucked up things happen.
Every couple starts off loving each other, don't they? It's how a relationship ends that really defines its nature.
She did love him, in that way that teenage girls love, like a lemming. Which is not love, of course.
The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.
I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I don't believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.
I was always the observer, trying to understand what was going on. I was always the new kid. Writing became my safe place.