Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it. Alice Sebold More Quotes by Alice Sebold More Quotes From Alice Sebold You save yourself or you remain unsaved. Alice Sebold save-yourself Your first kiss is destiny knocking. Alice Sebold first-kiss destiny kissing You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate. Alice Sebold girl hate beautiful Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living. Alice Sebold growth comfort heaven I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. Alice Sebold loses garden needs Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had. Alice Sebold destiny dream inspiring Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained. Alice Sebold flower real life I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon Alice Sebold lovely-bones salmon love-you You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am. Alice Sebold gowns mother night Tess was my first experience of a woman who had inhabited her weirdness, moved into the areas of herself that made her distinct from those around her, and learned how to display them proudly. Alice Sebold weirdness conformity firsts Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained. Alice Sebold pain flower real Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power? Alice Sebold long-ago happened long There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child. Alice Sebold lovely-bones father children There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war. Alice Sebold conditions states war I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it. Alice Sebold bones cameras way Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. Alice Sebold nice father fall Nothing is ever certain. Alice Sebold certain death I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines. Alice Sebold black hair promise Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them. Alice Sebold murderer monsters men These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life. Alice Sebold lovely connections events
