I saw that Julie over at One More Book came up with a new post called Loving the Lines.
Basically, Loving the Lines is dedicated to books with stand-out quotes that need to be shared. I’m often moved by passages and lines from the books I read, and I thought this would be a great way to show the love!! Many thanks to all the wonderful writers who inspire, empower, entertain, and make people think.
As soon as I saw this post I knew I needed to make this a weekly post! Instead of focusing on just one author, I’ve decided to focus on one book that has some really powerful and memorable quotes.
And by the time they get to Villon, she will be a different version of herself. A room with the windows all thrown wide, eager to let in the fresh air, the sunlight, the spring.
She is at odds with everything, she does not fit, an insult to her sex, a stubborn child in a woman’s form, her head bowed and her arms wrapped tight around her drawing pad as if it were a door.
Stories come in many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books.
There are whole stretches when the world seems to empty around her. As if an artisit drew the barest lines of the landscape, then turned, distraracted, from the task.
But Addie – Addie was a gift from Estele, shorter, sharper, the switch-quick name for the girl who rode to markets, and strained to see over roofs, for the one who drew and dreamed of bigger stories, grander worlds, of lives filled with adventure.
A secret kept. A record made. The first mark she left upon the world, long before she knew the truth, that ideas are so much wilder than memories, that they long and look for ways of taking root.
Everyone has their fallen foes, their battle scars.
She stands there and she realizes she is waiting. Waiting for someone to help. To come and fix the mess she’s in. But no one is coming. No one remembers, and if she resigns herslef to waiting, she will wait forever.
There is defiance in being a dreamer.
Live long enough, and you learn how to read a person. To ease them open like a book, some passages underlined and others hidden between the lines.
Nervous, like tomorrow, a word for things that have not happened yet. A word for futures, when for so long all she’s had are presents.
Small places make for small lives. And some people are fine with that. They like knowing where to put thier feet. But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way.
‘Do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?’
Memories are stiff, but thoughts are freer things. They throw out roots, they spread and tangle, and come untethered from their source.
He wasn’t ready then, and he isn’t ready now, and he is beginning to suspect no one is ever ready, not when the moment comes, not when the darkness reaches out to claim its prize.
That is the thing about living in the present, and only the present, it is a run-on sentence.
About the Book:
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: October 6, 2020
France, 1714: in a moment of desperation, a young woman makes a Faustian bargain to live forever and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone she meets.
Thus begins the extraordinary life of Addie LaRue, and a dazzling adventure that will play out across centuries and continents, across history and art, as a young woman learns how far she will go to leave her mark on the world.
But everything changes when, after nearly 300 years, Addie stumbles across a young man in a hidden bookstore and he remembers her name.