Orson Scott Card Quotes

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

All the trials we endure cannot be compared to these interior battles.

She was struggling against a current that brought her inside herself.

My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

I was fifteen, and when I picture myself then, I see flames shooting up, see myself falling off the edge of the world, and am amazed I survived not the outside world but the inside one.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.

No matter what I do, I'm hurting someone." - Katniss Everdeen

The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.

So I forcibly shove aside my prickles of pissed-off, which is easier than it sounds when millions of little sequined caffeine dancers are doing their big Broadway number on your internal stage. (Page 173)

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.

A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again, he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

Staying with him. Letting him touch you, hold you, GOD. It's eating me alive. You may be keeping Sawyer from hating me but you're only making me hate him

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep.