Tiffany Baker Quotes & Sayings

She did it without thinking--At that moment she was pure Gilly again: red-haired, with fury for blood, perfect aim, and nothing to lose. — Tiffany Baker

She was as necessary as the sun to me — Tiffany Baker

Make sure you don't lose your heart living with Robert Morgan. Make sure he doesn't use up all the very best parts of you. — Tiffany Baker

Sometimes it's possible to see misfortune coming and prepare for it, I guess, but most of the time, when a person disappears, it's as unexpected and shocking as hail in the middle of June. — Tiffany Baker

If she knew anything, Claire thought, it was simply that though our time on earth was short, our lives were long. They seeped and spread, watery and wide, moving in unexpected directions. — Tiffany Baker

The body is just the body. It has it's own structures, it's own laws. It's a thing unto itself. When it breaks down, that's it. — Tiffany Baker

Jo shook her head. She wished she had an answer for Claire, but as far as she knew, love would leave its mark. Sometimes it even took the skin right off you. — Tiffany Baker

At night, the valleys of my body curve around him, creating a geography I never knew existed before, where size is relative and more is always better, and I can't seem to get enough of it. — Tiffany Baker

Maybe the heavens were a kind of celestial grave, I thought, the way the earth is a repository for our flesh, and when we stared at the stars, we were really beholding a million lives twinkling back at us, asking us not to forget. — Tiffany Baker

Do you want to know the difference between a good story and the truth? ... The little bits, Robert Morgan.That's all. If you get those right, you can get away with murder. — Tiffany Baker

The instant of a great disaster, it is often said, is an elongated one. As if in witnessing its own demise the human mind is want to wind the moment out long and long still. — Tiffany Baker

I was sixteen and just waking up to the peculiar rules of love - how what's left unsaid between two people can be a far more complicated language than what's written on the page. — Tiffany Baker

Isn't that part of love, I wanted to ask, carrying someone else's ghosts for them? — Tiffany Baker

How do you tell the difference between carelessness and passion?" Claire asked as they paced back along the edge of the marsh. "Is there one? I meane, really, is there any way to love a person without the hell beat out of you for it? — Tiffany Baker

Even back then, I guess, I suspected that sometimes the only available choice in life is to spit on death and run. — Tiffany Baker

There was no etiquette guide in the universe that told you how to handle waking up in a house you'd fled from as a teenager with your estranged sister in one room accross the hall and your husband's pregnant teenage mistress in the other. — Tiffany Baker

Who says all the lines of love are supposed to match up? I'd never thought about it that way before - that maybe your perfect other wasn't everything you already were, but everything you were never going to be. — Tiffany Baker

Maybe it was just the perfect realization to all ones' dreams ... where a magic elixir could heal you and make you strong, where men could make roses bloom with the single touch of a thumb, and where the bigger women were, so much the better. — Tiffany Baker

A life passed amid gangsters, thieves, smugglers, and gamblers had granted Amelia an unerring nose for greed, vanity, and other assorted venal characteristics, and in Miss Sparrow, she smelled rancid pride combined with the bitter char of unrequited love. She smelled the lemon tang of loneliness mingling with despair. Just under Priscilla Sparrow's skin, Amelia could tell, a rosemary blast of judiciousness rippled, followed by the must decay of jealousy and a lingering note of envy - in short (and in spite of all of Miss Sparrow's better attempts with Dick Crane), the odors of a lifelong spinster. — Tiffany Baker

Everyone had moments that acted like a prism, Claire believed, breaking up visible matter so you could see elementally what was in front of your eyes. — Tiffany Baker

To be a mother, after all, was to know the most perfect fullness on earth followed by the most terrible emptiness. — Tiffany Baker

Tabitha's quilt was more than pieces of fabric sewn together. It was a patchwork of souls. — Tiffany Baker

But you can't worry about what life's going to spit in your direction. — Tiffany Baker

When you get back, I finally wrote, let's lay ourselves down in the fields outside, and sleep there for the night, whatever the weather. We'll let the crows roost on our shoulders and skulls, let them nudge our necks with their wings, and pick at our earlobes, nibbling all the rotten bits out of us until we're nothing more than sinew, bone, and teeth. Until we're so pure, you can see right through us down to the roots and dirt. Until even our memories are eaten alive. — Tiffany Baker

She never understood that love
especially that of a child
was the most necessary weight you can endure in life, even if it hurts, even if it tugs bags under the skin of your eyes. Without it, the soul skitters to the edge of the world and teeters there, confused. — Tiffany Baker

On the face of things, we were hopelessly mismatched, but somehow we fit together perfectly. — Tiffany Baker

Everything in the world has its two faces, however. Weeds sometimes blossom into artful flowers. Beauty walks hand in hand with ugliness, sickness with health, and life tiptoes around in the horned shadow of death. The trick is to recognize which is which and to recognize what you're dealing with at the time. — Tiffany Baker

She looked for any sign of the boy who'd taught her to whistle a hornpipe, who could palm an ace of hearts and make it reappear from her sleeve, but failed to find even a glimmer of him. Instead she saw Ida taking on a second life in the features of her only son, and for a quick heartbeat Jo was almost grateful for the scar tissue dimpled across her cheek, forehead, and chin. No one would ever be able to invade her face, she realized. She would always simply be herself, whether she liked it or not. — Tiffany Baker

Whatever you ever saw in that mirror left it long ago and became part of you. No one can steal that. — Tiffany Baker

We see what we want to see in life, regardless of whether it's really in front of us or not ... — Tiffany Baker

Amelia and I were at the age where wonderful things sometimes still did happen, but far less often than they used to. — Tiffany Baker

A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death — Tiffany Baker

So often, we believe we are alone in the privacy of our fantasies, but that is a delusion as well - and perhaps the most dangerous kind. For in letting ourselves forget about the common threads of our innermost wishes, we erode our foundations and lose the keystone of our souls. — Tiffany Baker

Goddamn it, Joanna!' Claire called. After twelve years her voice was sharper than Jo remembered. 'I know you're standing on the stairs,' she said. 'I can see you. Get down here and help me! — Tiffany Baker

Sometimes I think I collect souls to make up for the ones I've lost over the course of my life. — Tiffany Baker

If there was one thing Brenda Dyerson was good at, she knew it, was cooking up the scraps destiny had laid out on its plates for her. — Tiffany Baker

What I really wanted to do was linger in the tidy lines that Marcus had scored into the earth. I wanted to sit in the exact center of the spiral and wait for the plants to unfurl themselves. I wanted them to climb and rove over my limbs until I burst into bloom with them. — Tiffany Baker

Death almost always rearranges life, sometimes for the worse, many times for the better, — Tiffany Baker

But life doesn't give us the option to remake our decisions, only the power to reconceive them — Tiffany Baker

Well, the way I see it, honey, love's love, whatever shape it comes in. — Tiffany Baker

Of course, this memory makes me sorrowful now, for it anyone ever knew the shape of me, it was Amelia - and not just the outer lines of me, either, but all my innards as well. She was as necessary as the sun to me. She was the quiet heat that shimmered inside my shadow and made it live, and without her, I am a little darker. — Tiffany Baker

And one day, you, too, might grow up to be enchanting. — Tiffany Baker

Death is a kind of guilt in itself. We're all alive in this world together, and we're also all mortal, but when one person pulls his thread through to the other side, it can start a chain reaction you never in your wildest dreams saw coming. Maybe you'll be left with nothing more than an unholy knot to unpick. Maybe a new design. Sometimes a whole new perspective on yourself. — Tiffany Baker