Bialosky Quotes & Sayings

We do not want to comprehend that people may and do die of emotional pain, or to recognize the terror in ourselves when we cannot seem to help someone in despair
when our words are empty. — Jill Bialosky

Maybe secrets are only told when you're trying to protect the real truth from coming out. pg 168 — Jill Bialosky

I suppose no one is truly dead when we go on loving them. — Jill Bialosky

There are certain things in life for which we can never be prepared. — Jill Bialosky

Yield all and trust all. — Marie Angelique Arnauld

So grateful for your continued belief in my books. I'd like to thank, most importantly, the fans who have made my career possible, who inspire and galvanize me to write more and better. — Lauren Oliver

We have no control over what haunts us. We're helpless to it. — Jill Bialosky

My friend J. Warner Wallace is one of the most thoughtful and winsome apologists for the gospel I know. Cold-Case Christianity is literally packed with insights to share with the skeptics in your life, and this book will give you the confidence to share it! Dr. Rick Warren, author of The Purpose-Driven Life and pastor of Saddleback Church — J. Warner Wallace

That's why I'm compelled to tell this story - don't we all have one secret that has shaped us we are burning to reveal? - to convince myself that I'm entitled to my own life. (pg 4) — Jill Bialosky

Midlife is when you reach the top of the ladder and find that it was against the wrong wall. — Joseph Campbell

Our eyes captures thousands of beautiful pictures everyday. — Pradeepa Pandiyan

Anything is better than stagnation. — Arthur Conan Doyle

I am thinking about you, I say to her. Can you hear me? — Jill Bialosky

Communism was something so hideous that you had to be an exceptional conformist or a fool not to see the evil around you. — Donald Tusk

As I listen to the stories about those who suffered and ended their lives it seems to me that it isn't as if they wanted to die, but more that they wished to feel better and didn't know how. — Jill Bialosky

She believes that her daughter was in agony and that she chose not to suffer; she needs to believe that through her death Kim now lives on a higher plane. "Why else are flowers so beautiful?" she says to me. "why is the sky such a perfect shade of blue? There has to be more than the here and now. — Jill Bialosky

I consider the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes. I observe treasure of gold and gems as so many bricks
and pebbles. I look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags. I see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of
fruit, and the greatest lake in India as a drop of oil on my foot. I perceive the teachings of the world to be the illusion of,
magicians. I discern the highest conception of emancipation as golden brocade in a dream, and view the holy path of the
illuminated one as flowers appearing in one's eyes. I see meditation as a pillar of a mountain, Nirvana as a nightmare of
daytime. I look upon the judgment of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and fall of beliefs
as but traces left by the four seasons. — Gautama Buddha

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself. — Banana Yoshimoto

Don't waste time trying to put in what was left out. Try to draw out what was left in. — Marcus Buckingham

I had wanted to get married, but I realized now that I never wanted to be a 'wife. — Jill Bialosky

If at first you don't succeed, lie, lie again. — Laurence J. Peter

Why did we sleep together, dubiously queer girls that we were? Desire is fluid, but I think Jen and I fucked each other because we wanted to stand by ourselves. Were we not sweet enough for men? Were they put off by our ambition, how fast we talked, how needy we grew? We wouldn't contort ourselves for their desires. Our faces were the same size as we kissed. We were equals. We needed no masculine protection. We would protect each other. We could protect ourselves. — Molly Crabapple

If there is a particular time that defined the clear yet inaudible sound of a life beginning to unwind, this was it, the moment before her life began to spin off course, like the point in a novel at which everything that has come before turns and past events reveal their significance. Yet we didn't see it. — Jill Bialosky

Our losses become the road maps for our future. — Jill Bialosky

We enter people's lives and then realize we've walked into a deep and long history that shapes and gives form to our every moment. — Jill Bialosky

It's just poetry, beauty and love. How hard can that be to act? — Robin Wright

NAZISM = "National Socialism"
BOLSHEVISM = "International Socialism"
One was collectivism based on economic class, the other collectivism based on race and ethnicity. They agreed on the socialist part, but disagreed on participants. — A.E. Samaan

I did not very often consider the reasons my father died. I didn't believe his life was taken to instill some larger meaning in my character, or make me a better person. I preferred to believe that a person might be taken for no reason other than the random winds of chance, the same forces that could create a brilliant sky after a terrible storm. — Jill Bialosky

Suicides do not end their lives because they are weak, mentally ill, or depressed - though certainly they may be all those things. They are in blinding, all-consuming psychic pain, and perhaps on that final poisonous day they can find no reason not to. — Jill Bialosky

If I had to describe what love meant, really, not in the abstract or the sentimental or the way I'd imagined it before, that I'd say it was completely irrational, made up of so many opposites, the kind that couldn't exist without the other: bliss and sadness, courage and fear, adoration and disgust. — Jill Bialosky

How are you? How was your flight? He hit the Send button without recognizing that in writing to her he was taking a step back from his life as he knew it and into the unknown future, for one cannot embark upon the new without giving up something in return. — Jill Bialosky

To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness. — Jill Bialosky