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
The most unusual Alice Hoffman quotes that will activate your desire to change
My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances
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.
Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.
It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.
Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon.
Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.
I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?
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.
Books may well be the only true magic.
Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.
I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.
Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.
How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.
Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.
People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.
I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.
The evening had turned sweet and blue.
Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.
Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
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.
At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean.
The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.
Mothers always find ways to fit in the work - but then when you're working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when you're with your children, you're thinking about working.
My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real.... Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
Hawthorne has given us a tradition that some people refer to as Yankee Magic Realism, and I do think there is a certain quality to the landscape that definitely leads into the dark woods.
Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.
The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.
The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.
In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.
There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain and the ones that left a trace of lemon on your fingers, the ones that were the color of blood, and those that were as white as clouds. Each one was sweeter than the next and as red as gemstones.
People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?
They were written on cheap blue notebooks bought by poor women. I'm interested in folk tales in the way that medicine and magic in women's stories are all kind of combined.
Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.
Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.
A red map isn't easy to follow. Any document made of blood and bones is tricky. Wrong turns are easily made, and there are often piles of stones in the road. A person has to disregard time and sorrow and all the damage done. If you follow, if you dare, the thread always leads to whomever or whatever you've forgotten.
I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.
I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.
It doesn't matter what people tell you.
It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.
I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.
I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.
Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.
...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.
Any institution becomes a community - whether it's a high school or a boarding school or a publishing company or a small town where everybody knows certain things about people.
Trouble is just like love, after all;
it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.
Feel lucky for what you have when you have it.
Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.