Lorna Landvik Quotes

...I guess when someone's really hurt you, there always seems to be a possibility for more.

Honey, life can be a ballroom dance and it can be full of shit. Your job in both cases is to watch where you step.

Books were her easiest friends. They demanded nothing from her but her attention.

Women with minds scare some men. We make them wonder if they're as on top of things as they think they are.

I am the salt of the earth, and I do not believe in the ninety percent rigmarole that is organized religion. But miracles? Miracles, my friend are a different thing entirely. From what I can see, miracles are built from love, and as far as love is concerned, I am a true believer.

I used to think love could save anything, but it can't if the vessel's cracked.

Home was always the place she went to when she had to start over.

She felt like a bad actress in a play she never wanted to be in.

Good posture and an attitude let you get away with anything.

sometimes life's like a bad waiter and serves you exactly what you don't want. You can cry and scream and order him to take it back, but in the end, you're the one who has to deal with what's finally set before you.

Gadzooks! What a big chunk of God is to be found by looking into the face of someone you love!

That's where the importance of nurturing comes in; the already sculpted personality is not recast, but refined. Loving, caring families can sand and polish, but they can't chip away at a lawn ornament and turn it into Michelangelo's David. Or vice versa. Want another analogy? Regarding personality, I am convinced that at birth the cake is already baked. Nurture is the nuts or frosting, but if you're a spice cake you're a spice cake, and nothing is going to change you into an angel food.

When Wade brought you home, I thought, Now here's a girl with a little fire in her. And where there's fire, there's usually smoke.

A few years back, when I finally got smart enough to go to a therapist, she asked me how I had held things together all these years.
It didn't take long to come up with an answer. 'That's easy. I belong to a book club

I fear the democratization of plastic surgery, when it's so cheap that everyone - the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker - goes under the knife and winds up looking like these tightly pulled, slightly surprised-looking society and celebrity aliens from Planet Botox. . . . When I was young, I could have bottled up my self-loathing and filled a mile of train cars with it. Now that I'm old, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be than me. . . . That's what we need now: surgeons who can slice away the self-consciousness, the fear, the loneliness, and inject a little hope instead. A little love. Or a doctor who implants only high spirits, penchants for practical jokes, or the ability to cha-cha even to a dirge beat.

Is it every man and woman's curse to want it all and only get ten percent of it? Or do we ask too much?

Sister Ignatius taught me in Sunday School that "in the beginning there was light," but to me, it was always an incomplete sentence, which God should have known to ammend: in the beginning God created light...to read by.

I hate the way bitterness is like a black, bubbling tar pit in me, and I hate the way so many memories of you are in that pit.