Isola Allegra Goodman Quotes

I myself was now an island. Solitary. Brambles and five-petalled flowers were my garden. Rocks my furniture. Ocean waves my lessons. Sadness overwhelmed me and sank back. Then, like the tide, joy crept in on me again.

I never knew my mother. She died the night that I was born, and so we passed each other in the dark…

I wept for joy because I could escape, and for sorrow I must leave alone.

am sure Damienne prayed for protection, and Claire prayed for our safe journey, but I prayed for nothing. All I wanted was what I could not have, which was to stay.

Not if it’s wrong.” “Most fun things are,” she told me.

My guardian served as my protector, but I had no one to protect me from him.

because, as you have seen, many honest beginnings come to a bad end.

Like the birds, Auguste and I slept in open air. Gratefully we rested without enemies, and looking up at the dark sky, we counted ourselves rich in stars.

Filling these packets and wood boxes, I felt a joy I had not known before. It was not love, and it was not comfort, nor was it mastery or beauty, but it was usefulness.

As I have said, my daughter, no matter what virtue and goodness you see in yourself or others, know that in this world, not one in a thousand escapes without some deception or attack on her honor, no matter how good or perfect.

You who sold my lands?” “They were mine by right.” “In trust!

Those who know their faults are truly wise,” the Queen said. “And those who have endured the worst have most to teach. Do not say, then, that your story does not deserve retelling. Tell me, rather, how I might reward you for offering what you have learned.

Like any animal, I would starve if I went lame.

know that in this world, not one in a thousand escapes without some deception or attack on her honor, no matter how good or perfect.

time; he gave us eternity. We craved space and privacy; he gave us both.

He would destroy us by leaving us alone.

Now I œam refreshed,” said œDamienne when œwe had œdone. œAnd œlooking at œher, œI œthought, œPraying œis refreshment œwhen you œtoil. œKneeling œfeels better œafter long œhours on œyour œfeet.

This œwas œmy prayer. œNot œfor rescue œor escape, œbut œfor my œsoul, œwhich œhad been œsick. œI œgazed at œwaves rising œand shattering, œand œthis was œmy resolve—to remember œmyself as œGod remembered œme.

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