Irene Hunt Quotes & Sayings

That was the way it was that beautiful evening of cold November rain and muddy country roads and crazy windshield wipers. That was the moment of my greatest security and confidence; it was the time when I realized that love makes one a better person, a kinder gentler one. — Irene Hunt

I don't know if anyone ever 'wins' a war. — Irene Hunt

I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration. — Irene Hunt

Once again, both Chris and I were manipulated like small puppets in our world of adults. We didn't like it, and we suffered, but the tall ones around us said that we would soon get over our sadness, that we would "adapt" in a matter of weeks. — Irene Hunt

Accept the fact that this is a man's world and learn how to play the game gracefully, my sweet. — Irene Hunt

We mustn't give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow. — Irene Hunt

Children are not created fully equipped with such values as courage, compassion, integrity, and insights into the motives and needs of themselves and of others. — Irene Hunt

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning - raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing. — Irene Hunt

No matter how hard times are, people still want music. — Irene Hunt

From my window I watched the full moon - a moon that reminded me of Brett - become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days. — Irene Hunt

We had good long talks about my writing in the days that followed. "Write of things you know, Julie; familiar, simple things that you have experienced; things that have touched you deeply."
"But nothing's ever happened to me. I've just lived here with Aunt Cordelia and you most of my life, I've gone to school, visited Father
oh, sure, I'm in love with Danny, but that's something we've grown into
very wonderful for us, but not very exciting for the rest of the world. How can a person who has lived as quiet a life as I have find anything to write about?"
"Then you do have a problem. If you haven't lived long enough to have felt anything deeply, than you are in the same position I
as many would-be writers are. You've nothing to say. So take up crocheting. — Irene Hunt

I don't know if anyone ever "wins" a war, Jeth. — Irene Hunt

I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain. — Irene Hunt

And then suddenly Danny's arms were around me, and his lips were on mine, and the crazy windshield wipers commenced singing our names together. — Irene Hunt

That old Mrs. Bishop was lacking in the qualities that make a good mother. And saying it that way makes her sound a good deal better than she really was. — Irene Hunt

Beautiful hours move so quickly. — Irene Hunt

One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There's always something just ahead. — Irene Hunt

I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to the gleam of my hair. — Irene Hunt

On such a night,' I thought, 'were ill and good,
Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry,
All mingled into one
And pressed against my heart. — Irene Hunt

It happens the world over - we love ourselves more than we do the one we say we love. We all want to be Number One, we've got to be Number One or nothing! We can't see that we could make ourselves loved and needed in the Number Two, or Three, or Four spot. No sir, we've got to be Number One, and if we can't make it, we'll rip and tear at the loved one till we've ruined every smidgin of love that was ever there. — Irene Hunt