Eowyn Book Quotes & Sayings

If we may believe our logicians, man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter. He has a heart capable of mirth, and naturally disposed to it. — Joseph Addison

I think one's person's unlikeable is another's lovable. — Tom Barbash

To be happy, be happy with what you have. To be sad, want what you deserve. — Debasish Mridha

The remedy for wrongs is to forget them. — Publilius Syrus

When I'm feeling a little low, I put on my favorite high heels to stand a little taller. — Dolly Parton

The modern naturalist must realize that in some of its branches his profession, while more than ever a science, has also become an art. — Theodore Roosevelt

Folks who are getting their strokes in the South are not as unhappy with Howard Dean. You don't see anybody starting any movement to get him out of office. — Gwen Ifill

Magical, yes, but THE SNOW CHILD is also satisfyingly realistic in its depiction of 1920s homestead-era Alaska and the people who settled there, including an older couple bound together by resilient love. Eowyn Ivey's poignant debut novel grabbed me from the very first pages and made me wish we had more genre-defying Alaska novels like this one. Inspired by a fairy tale, it nonetheless contains more depth and truth than so many books set in this land of extremes. — Andromeda Romano-Lax

I found working in the lab is so completely different than reading a textbook about it. You know, you're planning strategies; you're working with your own hands. There's essential satisfaction in running experiments. — Eric Kandel

There was a song in this forest, too, but it was a savage song, whispering of madness and tearing and rage. — Naomi Novik

In politics, if you're explaining, you're loosing. — Rick Perlstein

Mitch woke up the next morning the way he always did: badly. — Jennifer Crusie

What happened in that cold dark, when frost formed a halo in the child's straw hair and snowflake turned to flesh and bone? Was it the way the children's book showed, warmth spreading down through the cold, brow then cheeks, throat then lungs, warm flesh separating from snow and frozen earth? The exact science of one molecule transformed into another-that Mabel could not explain, but then again she couldn't explain how a fetus formed in the womb, cells becoming beating heart and hoping soul. — Eowyn Ivey