Eliza Maxwell > Quotes

“I think it’s never a good idea to underestimate a woman, Henry. Even under the best of circumstances.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“The part of the deep night when it’s impractical to do anything useful, but sleep won’t come, so the mind swirls around in the dark, skirting past old memories and bumping against unvoiced desires.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“I believe that life is full of tragedy. Some lives more than others. But I also believe that comfort can be found with the people that love you . . . if you're willing to let them give it.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Grave Tender

“As my father likes to say, a person writes a book out of ego, reads a book out of hope, and recommends a book to another out of love.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Shadow Writer

“Connections were what kept people tied to the world. Without connections, there was nothing left to stop them from simply floating away.

Somtehing as simple as a stranger on the other end of the line willing to listen. Or a crotchety old man who believed he knew best.

Connections.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Too many words made Jonah feel like blackbirds were flying at his face, too fast and too many for him to catch. Made him want to duck down and hide.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Jenna didn't have emotions to spare for other people's pain.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“A lie told out of kindness is less of a sin than the cruelty of a harsh truth.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Caretakers

“She gave him a small smile. “Me too. But you know what my dad used to say? Wish in one hand, Alice, honey, and shit in the other. See which one fills up first.” She sent Henry a sardonic look. “Classy guy, my dad. But now that I’ve got two hands full of shit, I’m starting to get his drift.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“His thinning hair was standing on end, as if the frustration of dealing with his wife’s pigheadedness had overloaded his circuits, sending a jolt of electric current through him.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“She'd swallowed sadness before it became tears and chocked on anger until she nearly suffocated.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Grave Tender

“She quickens her pace, but that's the thing about ghosts. They're impossible to outrun. They travel in the heart of the people they've hurt the most.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Shadow Writer

“I am afraid.” The words form on her lips in a weak, shaky whisper. “But I am not in danger.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Caretakers

“Pain was real. Pain was life. Pain was love.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“The tall, stately pines that grew in drier soils soon gave way to the curving, dripping beauty of the cypress that thrived in the swamp. The ground sloped downward, giving a body the subtle sense of being pulled into the bottomlands that waited patiently just around the corners, where the dark heart of the marsh beat with a symphony of life. Stinging, singing, ancient, and deadly life, where the alligators were king, the snakes and snapping turtles were barons, and the woodpeckers were court jesters jangling their bells from the tops of the trees.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“It can’t last. They both know this, but their grip is fierce despite that knowledge. Or because of it.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Caretakers

“When you see a fight in front of you, son, there’s one thing you need to ask yourself. Is this the hill I want to die on today? Most of the time, the answer to that is no, probably not. But every once in a while, the answer will be yes. Because it matters that much. Learn to tell the difference and you’ll be just fine.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Have you ever felt like you've met somebody who was the only person who fit into your edges, and you theirs? Somebody who was the other half that made you whole?”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“You’re not going to tell me you’re going out to have a beer, then show up here with a bullet in your gut, are you?” she said harshly. “Because I’ve had about all of that I can handle, Henry Martell.” “No. No, I promise you, Alice. But it is important,” he said softly. “Well, it damn well better be,” she shot back at him.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“The veil of normalcy was thin and ragged, but Henry and Eve held it tight against their huddled shoulders, trying to find their way.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Forgiveness is hard. It’s painful. It’s giving when you’ve nothing left to give, from places you can’t afford to lose anything else.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“who walk”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“He wanted to breathe a”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Pain was real. Pain was life. Pain”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“met, and he caught a glimpse of an abyss. He was relieved when she broke away, turning again to the window and the snowy sidewalk and street outside. In a voice so low he could barely make it out, she spoke again. “My son preferred cake.” Lars said nothing. Words had never been a talent of”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“Have you ever felt like you’ve met somebody who was the only person in the world who fit into your edges, and you theirs? Somebody who was the other half that made you whole?” She peered at him, a magnifying glass concentrating sunlight to bore into his soul. “No, Henry, I haven’t. And thank God for that.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Have you ever felt like you’ve met somebody who was the only person in the world who fit into your edges, and you theirs? Somebody who was the other half that made you whole?”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“Livingston hadn’t drawn on his own strength to recover from his daughter’s death; he’d drawn on the strength of his wife, so freely given.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Unremembered Girl

“touched yours. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Eliza Maxwell is the author of The Unremembered Girl, The Grave Tender, and The Kinfolk. She writes fiction from her home in Texas, which she shares with her ever-patient husband, two impatient kids, a ridiculous English setter, and a bird named Sarah. An artist and writer, a dedicated introvert, and a British cop-drama addict,”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Widow's Watcher

“It's a difficult thing, perhaps the most difficult of things, to have looked eye to eye at the monster that lives inside of each of us. To embrace it, even for a time, willingly. Knowingly.”
― Eliza Maxwell, The Shadow Writer