C. Elizabeth Quotes

I entered beauty pageants in much the same spirit most people enter politics - with high ideals and ambitions. Similarly, I had to make some adjustments here and there along the way.

Don't think to come over me with th' old tale, that the rich know nothing of the trials of the poor; I say, if they don't know, they ought to know.

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

Within any drama in anyone's life, there's always a way to find the humor in it. Without humor no one cares about whatever drama is going on.

People who know me would say they get a kick out of the fact that I'm always playing nice people, not that I'm not a nice person, but it's not a defining element.

What it boils down to is that parenting a child with autism is a difficult job; writing about it is far easier.

Oh, I can't describe my home. It is home, and I can't put its charm into words

If there’s one thing I’ve learned my whole life, time and age are but an illusion.

The allure of military life and its heroic promise seem indestructible, but nothing threatens the romance of war more effectively than war itself.

Everything I've done in my life has been by instinct. I never had any doubt I could do anything... I always knew I was going to be a writer.

Put it down in capital letters: SELF-DEVELOPMENT IS A HIGHER DUTY THAN SELF-SACRIFICE. The thing that most retards and militates against women’s self development is self-sacrifice.

Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.

Balancing your money is the key to having enough.

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.

You don't get everything all at once. You wait.

She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.

There are some things you never say good-bye to

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

In my opinion, too much attention to weather makes for instability of character.

Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God.

At some point people either had to throw off the wounds of their childhood or go through life permanently crippled

Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn’t love her back?

Admittedly, I am not the one who looks fantastic in everything, but still I cannot help loving myself.

the great is seldom a deterrent to the mediocre

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do.

Or maybe, he thought, returning to the boxes, it was part of being Catholic--you were made to feel guilty about everything

That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

Every word was a singing sparrow, a magic trick, a truffle for me. The words made me laugh in delight.

Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that's not loaded down with manure?

As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame.

This is what intimacy does to us over time. That's what a long marriage can do: It causes us to inherit and trade each other's stories. (p.237)

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.

You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

The way to get on with a cat is to treat it as an equal - or even better, as the superior it knows itself to be.

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

But if you don't understand that story is character and not just idea, you will not be able to breathe life into even the most intriguing flash of inspiration.

Don't waste hate on pink geranium.

I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times.

Sandy is kind. But she has a smart mind

I take thee... to be my awful wedded husband

If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed.

I had refused Emerson's well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.

By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later—again, for its own mysterious reasons.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.