Rainbow Rowell Quotes

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.

At the heart of 'The Famished Road' is a philosophical conundrum - for me, an essential one: what is reality? Everybody's reality is subjective; it's conditioned by upbringing, ideas, temperament, religion, what's happened to you.

I'm not sure there's a method to my madness.

Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.

She was a woman attempting to make some sense of, and get some satisfaction from, a life that seemed to have no more logic than a roulette wheel.

Life doesn't have plots and subplots and denouements. It's just a big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get explained.

It was all absurd, without reason or meaning. People who didn't know each other were going to kill each other over a hill none of them cared about

Expect the unexpected in the kingdom of madness!

The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.

The world stands on absurdities, and without them perhaps nothing at all would happen.

The only reality I can possibly know is the world as I perceive it at this moment. The only reality you can possibly know is the world as you see it at this moment. And the only certainty is that those perceived realities are different. There are as many “real worlds” as there are people!

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

Living is merely the chaos of existence.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

Real life seems to have no plots.

Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.

In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.