Alice Hoffman Quotes

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.

We long to find someone who has been where we've been, who shares our fragile places, who sees our sunsets with the same shades of blue. Soul mates. They somehow validate the depth of our experiences.

I'm constantly being influenced by the soul that's directly in front of me.

Knowing is the most profound kind of love, giving someone the gift of knowledge about yourself.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

I would go so far as to say I would not have the life that I have right now if it wasn't for Gabe Liedman. He is the first person I met in my adulthood that I felt was truly delighted by me and understood me and also was curious about me.

I wanted to get people to feel where I'm coming from and connect with people who are feeling the same way that I am.

The last page of [Lincoln in the Bardo] - without giving too much away - involves somebody entering somebody else. Not in a sexual way. But it says one of the simplest things you could ever say, which is that we must try and be inside each other. We must have some kind of feeling for each other and enter into each other's experience.

What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

Your friends are really an extension of your vision of the world. It's kind of a physical manifestation of how you feel. Like your soul.

Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.

In searching for a way out of my own troubles, I had found my way into the troubles of others, some long gone, and now I was trying to find my way back out, through their troubles, as if we human beings can ever learn from one another.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

I think that when two people are able to weave that kind of invisible thread of understanding and sympathy between each other, that delicate web, they should not risk tearing it. It is too rare, and it lasts too short a time at best.

there's nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood. And understanding someone else.

Real friends require honesty, openness, and even vulnerability. They also require attention and simple acts of kindness.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

What resonates with people is that it feels like you actually are thinking of them.

What means the fact--which is so common, so universal--that some soul that has lost all hope for itself can inspire in another listening soul an infinite confidence in it, even while it is expressing its despair?