Janet Fitch Quotes and Sayings - Page 1
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Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.81, Hachette UK
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“Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
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“It's such a liability to love another person.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.213, Hachette UK
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“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.”
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“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
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“Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best thing you can do it know yourself... know what you want.”
-- Janet FitchSource : "White Oleander". www.imdb.com. 2002.
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“Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.”
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“How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.”
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“Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.111, Hachette UK
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“Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.”
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“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.”
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“I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.”
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“How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.”
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“Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.173, Hachette UK
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“The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.”
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“It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.”
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“In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.”
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“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.”
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“Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “Paint It Black”, p.120, Hachette UK
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“The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.7, Hachette UK
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“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press
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“I thought of my mother as Queen Christina, cool and sad, eyes trained on some distant horizon. That was where she belonged, in furs and palaces of rare treasures, fireplaces large enough to roast a reindeer, ships of Swedish maple.”
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“The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.”
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“I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?”
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“Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.”
-- Janet FitchSource : Marianne Faithfull, David Dalton (2000). “Faithfull: An Autobiography”, p.5, Rowman & Littlefield
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“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.”
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“The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
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“I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.”
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“I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked...”
-- Janet Fitch
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