145 Quotes & Sayings By Alice Hoffman

Alice Hoffman is an award-winning author of fiction, nonfiction, children's books, and short stories. Her short fiction has been collected in five volumes, most recently The World According to Alice. She is the author of the bestselling novel The Dovekeepers and the story collection My Life in Middlemarch. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly, Vogue, Vanity Fair, and many other publications.

1
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. Alice Hoffman
2
Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going. Alice Hoffman
When all is said and done, the weather and love...
3
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure. Alice Hoffman
When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go,...
4
When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always. Alice Hoffman
...he had a way of taking your hand which made...
5
...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102. Alice Hoffman
Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is...
6
Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with. Alice Hoffman
7
If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness. I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am. Alice Hoffman
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky...
8
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs. Alice Hoffman
Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The...
9
Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be. Alice Hoffman
My mother was teaching me that the inside of something...
10
My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes. Alice Hoffman
11
But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone. Alice Hoffman
12
She knew it the way people say they know they are about to be hit by lightning, yet remain powerless to run, unable to avoid their fate. She panicked, as anyone might have when disparate parts of her life were about to crash into each other, certain to leave a path of anguish and debris. It was true that devotion could be lost as quickly as it was found, which was why some people insisted that love letters be written in ink. How easy it was for even the sweetest words to evaporate, only to be rewritten as impulse and infatuation might dictate. How unfortunate that love could not be taught or trained, like a seal or a dog. Instead it was a wolf on the prowl, with a mind of its own, and it made its own way, undeterred by the damage done. Love like this could turn honest people into liars and cheats, as it now did…. Alice Hoffman
We are only an instant, that's true. But we are...
13
We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal. Alice Hoffman
But in battle you cannot tell another when it is...
14
But in battle you cannot tell another when it is his time to enter the World-to-Come, nor is it possible to keep any man in this world when he wishes to leave it behind. Alice Hoffman
You can get addicted to trouble if you're not careful.
15
You can get addicted to trouble if you're not careful. Alice Hoffman
16
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible. Alice Hoffman
Pride is a funny thing it can make what is...
17
Pride is a funny thing it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure. Alice Hoffman
Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a...
18
Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms. Alice Hoffman
19
Helplessness and anger make for predictable behavior: Children are certain to shove each other and pull hair, teenagers will call each other names and cry, and grown women who are sisters will say words so cruel that each syllable will take on the form of a snake, although such a snake often circles in on itself to eat its own tail once the words are said aloud. Alice Hoffman
20
I could hardly get a boy to look at me. All right, they'd look, they'd even take me out, but no one asked for a second date. I was too nasty, a real wise guy, and all the boys could tell what my rotten disposition was. Deep down, I wanted a commitment with a capital C. To get anywhere with me, a boy would have to sign his undying loyalty with his own blood. Alice Hoffman
21
Books may well be the only true magic. Alice Hoffman
22
Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading — in entirely separate worlds, to be sure, but joined somehow. When this happened, other people in the family couldn't bring themselves to disturb them. All that could be heard in the parlor was the sound of pages, turning. Alice Hoffman
He started to look at me in a manner I...
23
He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say. Alice Hoffman
Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are...
24
Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are pouring down on other people's houses, sad words, like beast and mourn and sorrow and mother. Alice Hoffman
25
She allowed me to understand I'd done everything I could for her, and that I, and everyone who loved her, had to step away and go on living. Now I know what she wanted from me on the day she told me she was afraid. It was exactly what I wanted when I had cancer and I thought I was going to die. I should have sat down next to her, put my arms around her, and told her that I loved her. That's all anyone wants. It took me a long time to figure this out. It's a complicated human puzzle. But it's never too late to know that love is all you need. Alice Hoffman
26
Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it. Alice Hoffman
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our...
27
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows. Alice Hoffman
...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.
28
...who I am to talk? I dream of rain. Alice Hoffman
Some things, when they change, never do return to the...
29
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often. Alice Hoffman
30
I do not know if he had a name, but I called him North, an appellation I think Beck would have approved of, for it was the name the Dutch called the Hudson River when they first came here, when men set to changing the world in their image, and gave all the wild things their own names. Alice Hoffman
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply...
31
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too. Alice Hoffman
32
From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library... At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library... Alice Hoffman
33
Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself. Alice Hoffman
34
Life was beautiful, everyone knew that, but it was also bitter and bleak and unfair as hell and where did that leave a person? On the outs with the rest of the world. Someone who sat alone in the cafeteria, reading, escaping from his hometown simply by turning the page. Alice Hoffman
35
Because we were Russian, sadness came naturally to us. But so did reading. In my family, a book was a life raft. Alice Hoffman
36
He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find. Alice Hoffman
37
Pain was something to get used to, to inure yourself against. I would rather hurt myself than be hurt by someone else, and so I took up this practice with a sense of purpose and without remorse. Alice Hoffman
38
He carried so much suffering that it radiated out in waves. Sorrow is like that: whenever a person runs, it comes after him; it leaves an endless trail of pain. Alice Hoffman
39
Don't make me sit through reality. Alice Hoffman
40
Love was never a mistake, even when it wasn't returned. Alice Hoffman
41
Mean people are meaningless. Alice Hoffman
42
It was a miracle to live as birds do, except for one thing: anyone seen in flight would surely be captured, perhaps even shot down like a crow flying above a cornfield. It's always dangerous to be different, to appear as a monster in most people's eyes, even from a distance. Alice Hoffman
43
I'm trying to find someone who doesn't want to be found."" That can be as hard as looking for a shadow. Alice Hoffman
44
He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent. Alice Hoffman
45
James had a theory about caged birds, one he hoped to prove when he became a scientist someday. He believed that all birds that had their freedom taken from them eventually lost their voices. Once that happened, they could never find their true song. Alice Hoffman
46
I head a bitterness that hadn't been there before. Something was changing inside him. He'd had enough of following the rules. Alice Hoffman
47
It's still horrible to wish the worst on anyone. I'm sure she had her reasons. Maybe people hurt her feelings, the same way I was hurt. A single word can feel like a rock being thrown at you. Alice Hoffman
48
She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all. Alice Hoffman
49
I once believed that life was a gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday possess. Is that greed, or only youth? Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune. All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in its own time and season, dependant on circumstances and fate. ~ Green Heart, Alice Hoffman . Alice Hoffman
50
She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless. Alice Hoffman
51
The best way to die is when your living Alice Hoffman
52
Every man engaged in war tells himself he can alter what has been written, that it is he, not God, who is the maker of destiny, free to change what is meant to be. Alice Hoffman
53
...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own. Alice Hoffman
54
Although I am no longer caught in the past, the future seems like a ridiculous thing to me. Try to catch it, hold it in your hand. It disappears every time. Alice Hoffman
55
I saw this was the way of the future, to leave the past behind as if it were a dream. Alice Hoffman
56
... the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go. Alice Hoffman
57
... a man always revealed his own inner story in his actions and expressions. A man's past deeds foretold his future and allowed anyone with half a brain to divine the path he would take. Alice Hoffman
58
There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed. Alice Hoffman
59
There is no fiercer enemy than a word. A word that can be written down in pages and punctuated by quotation marks and commas and spelled out in contracts and poems and sighs, in old whispers and song lyrics, in promises and vows. Alice Hoffman
60
He stepped off the pavement like a man jumping off a bridge, as calm as a swimmer with an ocean out below. Lucy had known what he was going to do the instant their eyes met. She'd know what he intended because she would have done the very same thing if she'd had his courage. Nothing was going to break his fall. Alice Hoffman
61
People expected certain things of me: assistance, silence, comfort. They had no idea who I was. Alice Hoffman
62
But now I understood that, although words were God's first creation, silence was closer to His divine spirit, and that prayers given in silence were infinitely greater than the thousands of words men might offer up to heaven. Alice Hoffman
63
When Juliet came flying down the hallway, Stella didn't recognize her friend. Juliet hadn't bothered with makeup; she was wearing a nightgown underneath her raincoat and had on plastic flip-flops. This was the way loved walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed. Alice Hoffman
64
The stars are reflected from within the black water in the cistern. I find comfort in the omen I glean from this: light in the darkness, truth when it seems there is none. Alice Hoffman
65
That was the sorrow of it. He saw the light but never expected the darkness. Alice Hoffman
66
Our house was littered with books- in the kitchen, under the beds, stuck between the couch pillows--far too many for her the ever finish. I suppose I thought if my grandmother kept up her interests, she wouldn't die; she'd have to stay around to finish the books she was so fond of. "I've got to get to the bottom of this one, " she'd say, as if a book were no different from a pond or a lake. I thought she'd go on reading forever but it didn't work out that way. . Alice Hoffman
67
She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe. Alice Hoffman
68
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. Alice Hoffman
69
I KNEW I MUST do all as I was told, yet something burned inside me, a seed of defiance that must have derived from a long-ago ancestor. Perhaps my mind was inflamed from the books I had read and the worlds I had imagined. Alice Hoffman
70
Interesting, but she could see that the boy didn't have a single lie in him. A very rare condition, especially for the male of the species. Alice Hoffman
71
Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected. Alice Hoffman
72
I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live. Alice Hoffman
73
I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream. Alice Hoffman
74
He had appeared beside her because she had wanted him to. She had called him to her, and was calling him still. Even when she fell asleep, she dreamed of water, as if the world were topsy-turvy and everything she cared about had been lost in the deep. She plunged through the green waves with her eyes wide open, searching for the world as she'd known it, but that world no longer existed; everything that had once been solid was liquid now, and the birds swam alongside the fish. . Alice Hoffman
75
When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night, the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night. Alice Hoffman
76
...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills. Alice Hoffman
77
Children would beg for a peppermint drop each time he walked into town, and they'd follow behind, asking for a second and a third. When he died suddenly, while working late at his office, every boy and girl in the village reported smelling mint in the night air, as if somehing sweet had passed them right by. Alice Hoffman
78
She’d bought a blue notebook in the pharmacy to write down her aunt’s remedies. Star tulip to understand dreams, bee balm for a restful sleep, black mustard seed to repel nightmares, remedies that used essential oils of almond or apricot or myrrh from thorn trees in the desert. Two eggs, which must never be eaten, set under a bed to clean a tainted atmosphere. Vinegar as a cleansing bath. Garlic, salt, and rosemary, the ancient spell to cast away evil. Alice Hoffman
79
Blue must be worn for protection. Moonstones were useful in connecting with the living, topaz to contact the dead. Copper, sacred to Venus, will call a man to you, and black tourmaline will eliminate jealousy. When it came to love, you must always be careful. If you dropped something belonging to the man you loved into a candle flame, then added pine needles and marigold flowers, he would arrive on your doorstep by morning, so you would do well to be certain you wanted him there. The most basic and reliable love potion was made from anise, rosemary, honey, and cloves boiled for nine hours on the back burner of the old stove. It had always cost $9.99 and was therefore called Love Potion Number Nine, which worked best on the ninth hour of the ninth day of the ninth month. . Alice Hoffman
80
The most glorious hour in Manhattan was when twilight fell in sheets across the Great Lawn. Bands of blue turned darker by the moment as the last of the pale light filtered through the boughs of cherry trees and black locusts. In October, the meadows turned gold; the vines were twists of yellow and red. Alice Hoffman
81
We can offer women what they want most of all, cures for the most common ailments of this world.. When children are ailing or babies refuse to be born, when men are unfaithful, when the sky is empty of rain, when the amulets buried beneath holy wall upon instructions of the minim offer not solace and all entreaties to the priests for guidance fail, when the rituals they offer bring no comfort and no consolation, they come to us. Alice Hoffman
82
Someone killed himself because of me once, Meredith said. People kill themselves because of what's inside of them, not because of other people. Alice Hoffman
83
I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown. Alice Hoffman
84
What was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted, after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls. Alice Hoffman
85
Before she can stop herself, she thinks about desire, how it lives within you and yet is separate, surfacing when it chooses, without permission, in the harsh afternoon light, at the moment when you least expect to find it. Alice Hoffman
86
He knew even at an early age of seven, how dangerous it was for someone like him to have hope. He knows how to have no expectations. He can completely control not just what he wants, but what he needs Alice Hoffman
87
What was desire anyway, when examined in the clear light of day? Was it the way a woman searched for her clothes in the morning, or the manner in which a man might watch her sit before the mirror and comb her hair? Was it a pale November dawn, when ice formed on windowpanes and crows called from the bare black trees? Or was it the way a person might yield to the night, setting forth on a path so unexpected that daylight would never again be completely clear? . Alice Hoffman
88
Certain things need not be said, and there’s nothing, not a whisper, prayer, not a sacrifice, not a payment of any price, that would change what’s about to happen. Alice Hoffman
89
I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards. Alice Hoffman
90
I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was. Alice Hoffman
91
That just goes to show that you never can tell about a person by guessing, " Frances informs her niece. "That's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood. Alice Hoffman
92
Feelings are best left concealed. They can bite you if you're not careful. They can eat you alive. Alice Hoffman
93
In my memories I have set my life in Brooklyn between pieces of glass, separate from my current existence, and this has enabled me to move forward. The past cannot tie me in knots, nor can it cause me to drown. And yet what is stored in glass belongs to me still. Each piece is a part of me: the hummingbirds, the locked doors, Mr. Morris in the yard, the pear tree, the woman covered by bees, and you. Especially you. Alice Hoffman
94
Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside. Alice Hoffman
95
You want me to lie to you?" said McKay. I shrugged. Why not? I didn't mind lies. Alice Hoffman
96
Once I knew nothing about McKay and now I knew everything about him. This seemed as good as any reason for not walking out the door. There are so many ways to stop the knowing, and I tried them all. I tried silence, I tried heroin, I tried calling it love. And then I stopped trying to call my dumbness any one of ten thousand names. Alice Hoffman
97
Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen. Alice Hoffman
98
The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort. Alice Hoffman
99
Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity. Alice Hoffman
100
Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws. Alice Hoffman