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Janet Fitch quotes about love
Isn’t it funny.I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter’s hand.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
We tried not to be in the same room at the same time when Starr was home, we set the air on fire between us.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Never let a man stay the night, ” she told me. “Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
…and I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love humiliates you, hatred cradles you.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
I gazed up as if I hadn’t heard, but what I was thinking was, tellme more about the pretty girls. I was embarrassed for wanting it, itwas base, what did pretty matter? I had thought that so many timeswith my mother. A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they justneeded to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was theway I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after
— Janet Fitch
For what is writing besides capturing thoughts that belong to all of us, so that we can recognize ourselves, undestand ourselves, and perhaps, each other. Every thoughtful book about love makes us better lovers, I think. It opens the gates of perception.
— Janet Fitch
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched….
— Janet Fitch, Paint it Black
She took a life because someonehumiliated her, hurt her image of herself as the Valkyrie, thestainless warrior. Exposed her weakness, which was only love. So sheavenged herself. So easy to justify, I wrote to her. It’s because youfelt like a victim you did it. If you were really strong, you couldhave tolerated the humiliation.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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