Lily Owens Quotes

The world will give you relief once ina while, a brief time out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, were somebody dabs mrecy on your beat-up life.

You could say I’d never had a true religious moment… But I had such a moment right then, standing in my own ordinary room. I heard a voice say, Lily Melissa Owens, your jar is open.

Lily Owens: If your favorite color is blue, why did you paint the house pink? August Boatwright: [chuckles] That was May's doing. When we went to the paint shop, she latched on to a color called, "Caribbean Pink." She said it made her feel like dancing a Spanish Flamenco. I personally thought it was the tackiest color I had ever seen, but I figured if it could lift May's heart, it was good enough to live in. Lily Owens: That was awfully nice of you. August Boatwright: Well, I don't know. Some things in life, like the color of a house, don't really matter. But lifting someone's heart? Now, that matters.

You could say I'd never had a true religious moment, the kind where you know yourself spoken to by a voice that seems other than yourself, spoken to so genuinely you see the words shining on trees and clouds. But I had such a moment right then, standing in my own ordinary room. I heard a voice say, Lily Melisa Owens, your jar is open. In a matter of seconds I knew exactly what I had to do --leave.

You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside.’ She held out her hand to me. ‘Give me your hand.’ I lifted my left hand and placed it in hers. She took it and pressed the flat of my palm up against my chest, over my beating heart. ‘You don’t have to put your hand on Mary’s heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and all the other things we need to get through life,’ she said. ‘You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart.’ August stepped closer. She kept the pressure steady against my hand. ‘All those times your father treated you mean, Our Lady was the voice in you that said, “No, I will not bow down to this. I am Lily Melissa Owens, I will not bow down.” Whether you could hear this voice or not, she was in there saying it.’ I took my other hand and placed it on top of hers, and she moved her free hand on top of it, so we had this black-and-white stack of hands resting upon my chest. ‘When you’re unsure of yourself,’ she said, ‘when you start pulling back into doubt and small living, she’s the one inside saying, “Get up from there and live like the glorious girl you are.” She’s the power inside you, you understand?’ Her hands stayed where they were but released their pressure. ‘And whatever it is that keeps widening your heart, that’s Mary, too, not only the power inside you but the love. And when you get down to it, Lily, that’s the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love – but to persist in love.

Here- instead of the estuaries and enormous sweeps of grass as in her marsh- clear water flowed as far as she could see through a bright and open cypress forest. Brilliant white herons and storks stood among the water lilies and floating plants so green they seemed to glow. Hunched up on cypress knees as large as easy chairs, they ate pimento-cheese sandwiches and potato chips, grinning as geese glided just below their toes.

Just so you know. This is less of a Prince Charming speech and more of a Prince Charles engagement interview,” I say weakly, aware of Owen visibly straining to hear.

I expect you know, with your intuitive senses, that he’s been after Lily.” “Sort of, yes.” “I need to talk to you about him, but not yet.” He came back to Daniel, took his hands in his own. “Tonight is ours. I want to forget Othman, Lily, everything. Just for a while.

He cared about people, in a weird sort of way. I know he loved Owen and me, no matter what he did to us. Peveral Othman would have restored Owen after his ritual, but Shemyaza is not the person we knew before. Now he’s a husk, and his indifference is worse than anything else.

How fortunate to find these creatures here; their acquaintance might provide more experience than he could have hoped for.

He sensed that Lily and Owen were alive, but they had been seized by the same creatures that had killed Israel. And whatever had taken them wanted him, too. It was collecting Shem’s followers.

The enormous towers of the the house seemed to loom over Lily with oppressive intent. She’d never liked it here, not even when she and Owen, as children, had been obsessed with grubbing around old ruins. She wanted to tell Emma how much she hated it, but for some stupid reason, didn’t want to say anything like that when the house could hear her.

She felt he knew where Owen was, and was savouring the knowledge; something she didn’t have.

Poor waifs. They lived in a fantasy world. How would his intrusion affect it? He hoped to find out very soon.

The twins exchanged a secret glance, but it did not altogether exclude him. They were willing to play, he felt. He experienced a delirious sense of weakness, as if the performance was not his, but theirs. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, but not unpleasant.

My dalliance with these waifs might be short, Othman thought, but not without refreshment.

Othman watched Owen through slitted eyes, waiting for him to manifest some physical effect from the haoma that Emma had put in his coffee. Lily was chattering brightly, but her words were nothing more than a chirruping nonsense that flapped around Othman’s senses. He wanted Owen. He needed him.

Lily had stepped back from him, into Othman’s control.

The twins were joined through him. He was part of their lovemaking. In their hearts, they did not embrace each other, but him.

He’d been gentle with the Winter twins, remaining only a spectator on their love-making, even though his body had ached to plunder and possess.

It was as if the potential of the twins had been coaxed out, or unleashed; she wasn’t sure which.

Owen.” Othman stroked his face, rubbed his arm. “Don’t fight me. Lily hasn’t. Lily knows me now. Lily trusts me.

Daniel has betrayed you, Owen. He laughed about you, as Lily did. Both of them prefer my attention to yours. You are weak, unskilled, a fumbling, hopeless lover. Give yourself to me now. Let me teach you.

Othman told me things about us-he thinks, or knows, there’s something different about us. He wants us, Lil. Don’t flatter yourself he’s in love with you, or anything. He wants more than that-from both of us. So don’t go falling for him. It could be dangerous.

Lily, something is happening to me, to my mind. I feel weak and afraid. We are kin, you and Owen and I. You must not turn away from me.

I need Owen, Lily. You must help me. It would be inconvenient if he opposed me, us. We must have him with him.

It’s Owen we have to concern ourselves with, not Barbara. She is nothing.

I’m worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…” “Daniel wasn’t there. There’s nothing to worry about.” “If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel.” “Owen, you’re paranoid!” Lily said. “What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

Lily and Owen, he wanted to keep near him, and would not surrender them.

Owen jumped up and helped himself to more wine. Othman could almost smell the boy’s anxiety. He, more than the more innocent Lily, sensed the potential simmering in the room. Othman observed Owen’s taut back. His reserve must be broken down.

Above Verity and Daniel, in the lounge of Low Mede, Peveral Othman watched Barbara and Louis make love on the rug before the log-effect gas fire. He took some satisfaction from their relief, from Louis’ almost tearful gratitude for the body he now inhabited. Othman felt he should go and visit the Winters, although for some reason, he felt compelled to stay at Low Mede. He knew he would feel vulnerable beyond the walls. He was not strong enough at the moment to control Lily and Owen.