shannon hale Quotes

No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.
tags: wild
— Shannon Hale
What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?
tags: women
— Shannon Hale
It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.
tags: magic karma
— Shannon Hale
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
tags: book read
— Shannon Hale
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
tags: men beautiful girls kiss
— Shannon Hale
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
tags: believe blood parent
— Shannon Hale
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little
tags: truth women career
— Shannon Hale
All I've ever wanted was to be near you.
— Shannon Hale
For Colin Firth: You're a really great guy, but I'm married, so I think we should just be friends.
tags: friends
— Shannon Hale
A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.
tags: world
— Shannon Hale
I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.
tags: star thinking stories read wings
— Shannon Hale
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.
tags: solitude learning
— Shannon Hale
... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
tags: believe stories
— Shannon Hale
Being a writer is a good, good thing.
— Shannon Hale
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
tags: gone
— Shannon Hale
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
tags: butterfly
— Shannon Hale
I do like the world quite a lot.
tags: world
— Shannon Hale
I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.
— Shannon Hale
Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
tags: soul
— Shannon Hale
Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
tags: writing
— Shannon Hale
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?
tags: character
— Shannon Hale
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.
— Shannon Hale
I've always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There's no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.
tags: work experience control moment influence prejudice stories storytelling book author read mood
— Shannon Hale
Gerti didn't ask for help." Miri swallowed and tried to calm her quavering voice. "It was my fault." "So it was. Now you all have learned that those who speak out of turn choose punishment for themselves and anyone they speak to." "So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?
tags: punishment
— Shannon Hale
Finn, do you see the lias-whatever, the orange-haired girl?" Razo Gestured ahead. "Do you think she's pretty?" Finn glanced Dasha's way, then returned his attention ot his horse. "She's all right." "Really? Just all right?" Finn shrugged. Razo rolled his eyes. "What am I saying? He doesn't think any girl is pretty but Enna." "Are there any girls but Enna?" Finn called back. "There'd better be.
tags: girls eyes attention
— Shannon Hale
Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.
tags: listening fire eyes stories mother
— Shannon Hale
As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.
tags: rules writing
— Shannon Hale
...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.
tags: girls kiss kissing
— Shannon Hale
But the hoping, that's what really hurts.
tags: hurt
— Shannon Hale
She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?
tags: blood
— Shannon Hale
The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language." Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.
tags: time thoughts earth
— Shannon Hale
No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike
— Shannon Hale
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
tags: stories invest
— Shannon Hale
Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?
— Shannon Hale
There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.
tags: people world hate
— Shannon Hale
Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens
— Shannon Hale
She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.
tags: book library
— Shannon Hale
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion...
— Shannon Hale
No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart
tags: heart tears
— Shannon Hale
... until Miri could not help it any longer and she laughed out loud. The sound broke the game. Peder looked at her. He reached out, and she thought he meant to grab her straw or perhaps yank her hair as he used to when they were little. But her put his hand behind her head and, leaning forward, pulled her face to his. He kissed her. One long, slow kiss.
tags: thoughts help kiss games
— Shannon Hale