Broken For You Quotes
"She makes a beautiful shepherdess, don't you think, Cassandra?"
"Her mother spoke little. When she did speak, it usually presaged events that were incomprehensible, dire, or both."
"Mother has one of her headaches and will be going to bed."
"She had been such a good student, such a good girl, and she had worked so hard at her French."
"Thoughts can be like a sickness. Wrong thoughts in the mind can be as hurtful to the body as bullets."
"She kept a small staff at the house, made contributions to worthy causes, supported the arts, went to museums and the cinema, that sort of thing."
"She asked a few pointed questions. Dr. Leising gave answers which she considered unacceptable, evasive, patronizing."
"Margaret couldn’t listen anymore, so she excused herself to the restroom, took the elevator down to the street, and walked until she came upon a café."
"Papa O will not always be here to tell you what is the pure and what is the copy, do you understand?"
"Who knew why he fell in love with her—a spinster! An old maid! That was what a woman like Margaret was called in those days."
"A garden locked is my bride. A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up. You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, and streams flowing from Lebanon. …"
"It’s a large house, Stephen, as you remember. I thought it was time I shared it with someone again."
"I can be with Daniel, he’d shot back under his breath, but I cannot be with you, Margaret, if you want to know the absolute truth, no, I cannot be with you."
"I’d best get used to that sort of thing, she thought happily, especially if the baby’s a boy."
"I’ve always wanted to hang up on that woman."
"I never thought to ask any of the applicants about their health."
"I have no words, Maggie," Stephen had said when he finished. He handed her the Bible, opened to the chapter titled "The Bridegroom Praises the Bride."
"I’m fine, Stephen," Margaret said distractedly. She was watching Wanda mop up the spill and clear away the tea things. "I’m perfectly fine."
"You have to think about what you want, your objective. You use the playwright’s words in as many ways as you can to get your objective."
"You don’t just memorize your lines and do what you’re told?"
"We don’t 'grow old,' It’s the wrong expression. When we stop growing, we are old."
"She looked down at her speech and began to read."
"I don’t want to give it away. Or sell it. I want to break it."
"It’s been a pleasure talking with you, Mrs. Hughes."
"NO! NO! NO!" called the two older children, cracking up. "THE CHILDREN! THE CHILDREN!"
"CHEE-DWEN!" yelled baby Zachary, outvoluming them all. "CHEE-DWEN!"
"Oh, God!" Susan called out, mock horrified. "I MEANT, THE CHILDREN, THE TOTS, THE WEE BAIRNS, THE ANKLE-BITERS, THE BONNY LADS AND LASSES!"
"Wonderful!" Margaret sang out. "I can hardly wait to meet them!"
"They’ll stay occupied. We’re used to schlepping, aren’t we, darlings?"
"Now, Olivia, haven’t you ever heard of creative clutter?"
"Smarty-pants. But this isn’t exactly a room, now is it? This is the great outdoors."
"By the way," Susan went on, "I’m not the sort that goes in for three-hour pedicures and cucumber masks."
"Please," Susan answered. "Give them several. I rely heavily upon the soporific effects of sugar at bedtime."
"Overnight guests? I have the distinct impression she’s giving me permission to get laid."
"Well," Susan said, sighing, "At least someone in the house will be dancing the mattress jig."
"I’ve been thinking of placing an ad for a handyman, a carpenter, someone like that."
"Besides," she said in fading dulcet tones, "I will so enjoy the presence of a handyman."
"I might live several years, I might not, but whatever time I have left I’d like to spend with you if you’ll have me."
"Chemistry isn’t love! Pheromones don’t last forever!"
"Love? It’s when you don’t give a thought to all the ifs and want-to’s in the world."
"I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. …"
"Your courage is a pale watery thing, your love petty—the narrow love of one man for a spirit-ravaged, sorrowful woman—and your sacrifice is laid on the altar of romantic obsession."
"You don’t have to believe in God to talk about him, for God’s sake."
"Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart."
"That is heaven’s part, our part to murmur name upon name, As a mother names her child when sleep at last has come On limbs that had run wild."
"But radiologists, who study and interpret physical proofs of the body’s ability to store memory, know that this is a crock of shit."
"I’m calling the union! I’m going to report this! You’re in violation of Equity rules!"
"But the only ones that came to mind: 'You’re all right, missus. It will be all right.'"
"There’s so much here that needs doing. You’re going to be very busy."
"I will never find him," she said, as the pages blackened and shriveled.
"The kind of shoe a woman wears when she has no faith in her own beauty."
"He’s been very helpful in the past few months."
"I will take it up, the cause of fatherhood, just this once."
"Life has been meaningless since I left you. I haven’t been able to work. The angels have deserted me. The Muse is gone. I can’t function."
"This flawless thing could never tell its most important story, not the way it looked now, not without help."
"Once a person has an idea—to do a mitzvah, I mean—then it becomes a promise to God."
"Everyone should have at least one day in Paris, in the spring."
"One does have to … detach, a bit, in order to be useful."
"Nothing makes God madder than when He goes to the trouble of putting someone in front of us and we don’t follow through."
"It’s what you have to do, isn’t it, lassie. Before you go?"
"There’s no statute of limitations on good deeds."
"The job of a hospice caregiver is to give the dying the dignity of their final choices."
"You’re not the big bad sinner you think you are."
"I’m a selfish old woman. I never cared what it would cost you."
"Dammit, Margaret! You’re signing your own death warrant."
"Break a plate," Margaret suggested. "You’ll feel better."
"It’s about Madame Sendler. I found her, through the armed services records."
"Mrs. Sendler’s name. The name of her second husband. It is un petit miracle."
"Help me get dressed please, and then call Robert. I’m ready to talk about radiation therapy."
"You’re too old to be asking for a bumper lane. And too young to be usin’ that kind of language."
"You have," he enunciated, "an interest. An interest in somethin’ besides pissing off your mum and dad and flunking out of school."
"Yeah, well, I may be an asshole, but I’m a helluva good bowler."
"She picked up a cup. Such a small thing. How could she know how much it would mean?"
"It was the first time since it all happened that I thought, Maybe there’s some hope in the world. Maybe I can love again. Maybe I can live."
"I have sent out letters to several Holocaust research centers in America. It may well be that one of them may know of Mrs. Sendler’s whereabouts."
"‘A woman’s a two-face,’" he was singing, "‘a worrisome thing who’ll leave you to sing the blues in the night. … ’"
"You’d be amazed what a person with a curious disposition can learn eavesdropping on an eleven-year-old’s phone conversations, especially if they have as many as you do."