Homecoming Cynthia Voigt Quotes

Why doesn't momma come back?

Dicey felt a great weight settle on her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off, but it wouldn’t move.

You should have spoken up sooner." her grandmother answered. "No need to bear pain unless you have to.

Once again, everything had changed on them. Perhaps it was all this changing that made her sad.

Where the veil broke, you could see silvery clouds on which tall angels might stand. Not cute little Christmas angels, but high, stern angels in white robes, whose faces were sad and serious from being near God all day and hearing His decisions about the world.

Throughout the meal, Windy’s voice blew over them, smooth and steady. It didn’t matter what he was saying.

There could be no home for the Tillermans. Home free — Dicey would settle for a place to stay. Stay free.

He was studying his grandmother, as if he was hungry too, but for something not food, hungry in a way that food could never fill.

Having someplace in mind that you were traveling to was different from not having any place.

It all depended on what their grandmother was really like, inside herself where she was who she really was. Not outside. Dicey knew about the difference between outside and inside.

He took his time getting to her, as if he was sure she’d wait, sure of his own strength to hold her, even at that distance. He moved like he thought she was afraid of him, too afraid to run.

Little bright-topped waves rocked the boat gently on the way to pattering up against the seawalls. A salty wind blew from the land out over the water. The town of Crisfield lay in the sunlight before them, bleached white as the oyster shells scattered around the ground.

Out here, there was salt on the wind itself that fell on your skin like rain. You could taste it. Out here the sun heated and the wind cooled, and the waves sang their constant song.

The No filled the whole air of the house. Every time she breathed in she breathed in that No.

She felt funny, strange, making up lies as quickly and smoothly as if she’d been doing it all her life.

No fish were biting. Not that morning. She heard James calling her with panic in his voice. Slowly, she trudged back to her family. “I told you,” Sammy said to James, “because the fishing line was

They spent almost four dollars on supper at the mall, and none of them had dessert. They had hamburgers and french fries and, after Dicey thought it over, milkshakes.

How can something get you thinking the wrong way, if you know how to think the right way?' Sammy asked.

They turned, wiping back sweat-dampened hair. Their grandmother had a cantaloupe cut up into thick slices. She had arranged the slices on a metal cookie sheet.