Miranda Beverly-Whittemore Quotes & Sayings

The truth is neither good nor bad. It is above evil. Above morality. It doesn't offer anything besides itself. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

It was colder that winter than I knew cold could be, even though the girl from Minnesota down the hall declared it "nothing." Out in Oregon, snow had been a gift, a two-day dusting earned by enduring months of gray, dripping sky. But the wind whipping up the Hudson from the city was so vehement that even my bone marrow froze. Every morning, I hunkered under my duvet, unsure of how I'd make it to my 9:00 a.m. Latin class. The clouds spilled endless white and Ev slept in. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

I know you're picturing gold candlesticks and infinity pools, but this place they made isn't decadent, no, it's rustic in the way only a rich person's place can be, with money flowing under it invisibly, so that they get to pretend they're just like the rest of us. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

How darkness infects those among us who can't resist a juicy tale. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

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Most people believe the apple merely represented Knowledge. But we know better. It was the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Nothing less than the curse of consciousness. Of moral responsibility. Of always, ever after, having to choose between what is right and what is wrong. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

It's sad and beautiful how a few hours can come to stand for the many others that never were. One looks back and holds up a handful of hours to prove, "That was what it was, it was so perfect," in spite of what one knows, in spite of all the other days that came before and after. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

I was young, still so young, that I thought my lack of wholeness was somehow my fault. I had no idea everyone feels this way - that the most essential part of growing up is figuring out where your empty places are and learning how to fill them by, and for, yourself. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

each of us humans has a moment-if not many-in which we lapse. for some, the transgression involves sex. for others, simply doubt or a rage so all encompassing, it impels us to make irreversible decisions.
but whatever the transgression is doesn't really matter. what matters is that lapsing is our fate. we humans are doomed to it. worse, it is our destiny to look back longingly, with nostalgia, at our world before we changed, at who we were Before.
we can never forget.
but we can never go back. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

Beside them, a sign read NO DOGS, but a man who worked the ferry patted Abby on — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

We drove ten miles in silence, the country road canopied in electric green. I pressed my head against the glass to watch the new maple leaves curling in the breeze. Every few turns offered a tempting glimpse of Lake Champlain's choppy waters. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

Love doesn't work like that, one or the other. Don't you know that yet? — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

Now, I looked across the Plattsburgh train depot and swelled with indulgent love at Ev's grumpy scowl. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

Don't feel ashamed, girl," she said, answering my thoughts. "The truth is a noble grail to seek. But if you're after it, you must imagine, first, what it will mean to get it. The truth is neither good nor bad. It is above evil. Above morality. It doesn't offer anything besides itself." She nodded resolutely. "I'm proud I told Jackson the truth. I'm glad he died knowing who he was. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore