Tana French Quotes

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?

The tenuousness of modern life can make anyone feel overwrought.

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

Isn't falling in love always the fullest life?

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

It was the nature of our relationship to be lusty and emotional, earthy and raw. The trust that held us together also opened us up to each other in ways that made us both vulnerable and dangerous. And it would get worse before it got better.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it will drown you.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

To be romantic is quite simply to allow yourself to fall in love with life - all of life - and experience it fully, openly, passionately, and purposefully

But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.

The minute I'm in a little pain ... your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.

Who shall dare to talk of strength when David can fall?

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

She 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 not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

The bad thing about falling into pieces is that it hurts. The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards you've got nothing left to protect, and so have no reason not to be honest

All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.

I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.

...there are some children who aren't really children at all, they're just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are just pillars of ash, that fall apart when you touch them..." ~ Thomas Builds-the-Fire (played by Evan Adams) in Alexie's "Smoke Signals