Anna Adams > Quotes

“Music is everywhere,” Maude said softly. “It is in the water, in the wind’s hum, in the bird’s cry, in the boat’s horn. Rhythm surrounds us. That is one of life’s greatest gifts.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“An intense feeling, That I cannot hide. A painful passion, I can’t keep inside. Should I repress? Should I let you guess? Should I confess?”
― Anna Adams, A French Song in New York

“I love when the characters take over and live their own lives. I get to watch and write it all down.”
― Anna Adams

“Especially something as boring as law,” Ben added.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking you can change a man. You will only waste your time.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“we’ll drown our sorrows in buckets of ice cream,”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“If you don’t love your own self, you can never love another.”
― Anna Adams, The French Girl Series: Books 1-5

“Yeah,” answered Matt smoothly, looking directly at Maude. “This one was a real fury. She yelled at me like a mad woman. I’m sure you could’ve heard her all the way to France.” Maude”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“I’d rather have sung one of Elektra’s solos. I can relate to her anger.” “You”
― Anna Adams, Aria's Journey

“You sure? Even after all those things you said about her being a heart-breaker, a manipulator and that she cut your heart into millions of little pieces and blew them in the wind like a dandelion ...” “Hey!” Jason shrieked. “Artists,” he said sheepishly. “We’re overly sensitive. And apparently can’t keep our mouths shut.”
― Anna Adams, A French Song in New York

“This is la vie en rose”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“The bare elms, dressed in a white robe of ice crystals, showed the way in an enchanting alley resembling a pathway to an elfin world. Whispering secrets, the snow-draped branches entwined amorously in a wide, cathedral-like canopy. The coarse, dark barks wrinkled with centuries-old wisdom, eyeing the pedestrians in solemn silence. “I’ll just give this pathway another name,” Maude decided. “Whispering Walkway will be its new name because if you listen closely enough, the trees’ rustling sound like a melodious murmur.” “I”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“But crazy people are those who make this world a better place because they envision a world that the rest of us don’t see until it’s handed to us.”
― Anna Adams, A French Song in New York

“Lindsey turned to Maude and said sweetly, “I guess I’ll be seeing you in Ms. Tragent’s class this evening since Jazmine’s Dad managed to get you in. She usually takes nothing but the best, but seeing as you’re James Baldwin’s charity case, she couldn’t say no to the poor, little French orphan he’s taken in, could she?” Maude’s face grew hot with anger. “You know what? Nobody’s even heard of the name Lindsey Linton in France. So I guess Mrs. Tragent must really like charity cases if she’s taken your sorry, shallow self in her class,” she retorted.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“New York’s the place to see Paris the place to be Paris beats New York any day Just give up and walk away Matt continued: Strikes everyday Protests once a month That’s Paris for you Girl, you know it’s true New York’s the city of the free Led by the Statue of Liberty Concrete maze, blissful haze A lively mess, a melting pot Tied together in a tight knot  Maude danced to the beat of the drums, her feet thumping, her mind whirling, and hands clapping. Then she stopped and answered, raising her head a little higher: New York City sounds okay Paris takes my breath away”
― Anna Adams, The French Girl Series: Books 1-5

“Then her voice rang out full of emotion: I trusted you, I fell for you Your eyes were kind, your heart felt true How did you dare, oh how could you Take my heart and break it in two Her voice quivered with heart-wrenching emotion as she sang the chorus Betrayed but not broken A door shuts, another opens I’ll be strong, I will move on Your memory won’t last ‘til dawn Betrayed, but I refuse to be broken In time you will be forgotten Her fingers ran beautifully across the piano as she played her piano solo without singing. The hard keys forced her to pour her whole strength in her fingers. Usually when she played, it was effortless. On this piano, however, she felt the energy running through her arm and explode at the tip of her fingers when they entered in contact with the hard, rusty, ivory keys. It was as if Maude was fighting against the resistant keys, trying to dominate, to master them, and the result was breathtaking.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“The beauty of the city still amazed her. Not a Monet. No ponds, flowers or rustic artistry. New York was more of a Picasso, a city teeming with geometrically dazzling beauty.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“To be famous, you’ve got to use what makes you special and make others realize it is. Don’t imitate a false idea of what makes another person famous. You’ll lose at that game.” Aria”
― Anna Adams, Aria's Dream

“Something in Victoria’s voice made Maude look up at Victoria. For a split second, Maude saw in Victoria’s eyes a haunted look that mirrored her own. For a small instant, a veil was lifted. The woman and the girl could see each other’s pain like no one else could. It was the haunted look of a suffering that had been too long suppressed and silenced and could only be comprehended by another person bent by the weight of similar anguish caused by a tragedy. The woman and the young girl looked at each other and recognized it for what it was.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“She was an image of strength, a strong woman who appeared to be afraid of no one, and who let nothing get in her way. Victoria was a women’s rights advocate and was at the head of an association that fought for women’s rights on a daily basis. She had founded this association with her best friend and lawyer, Nathalie Fern. The members, men and women, met once a month at the Baldwin household to discuss issues, including the women’s shelter Victoria had created eight years prior.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“A piano is like a friend to me,” she explained slowly, carefully choosing her words. “We are in sync. It never betrays me or makes fun of me. I cannot say the same about human beings.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“dignified”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“Suddenly, she understood. Matt and she had never been friends. They were more, so much more. He drove her crazy. He was incessantly irritating, arrogant, and completely full of himself, but they also had crazy musical chemistry, and he was funny. He made her laugh, when he wasn’t laughing at her that is. And she had feelings for him. Never would she have believed herself capable of falling for a guy with whom she couldn’t spend over five minutes before getting angry with him, but there they were. Those feelings were there and there wasn’t much she could do about them but tell him how she felt. And she hated Lindsey Linton! She hated the fact that he was probably dancing with Lindsey while she was here wasting time with Thomas.”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“Had you asked me the question a couple of hours ago, I would have been silly enough to think that the only feelings I felt for you were those of friendship. I know now that your friendship is no longer what I want. I’m in love with you and the knowledge that you will be far from me next year breaks my heart.” Maxime’s eyes shone as she spoke. “I feel the same.” He took her hand and pressed it lightly. “I promise you, we’ll find a way to make this work.” She kissed him as the sun’s last lingering rays set in a fiery blaze, while the swans swam near their lonely boat overlooking the two lovers and protecting their new love with the soft feathers of their outstretched wings.   *****”
― Anna Adams, Aria's Dream

“FORMER STUDENTS WHO become teachers both fear and fantasize about their fateful first day of school.”
― Anna Adams, A French Song in New York

“I never hated you, Matt,” Maude objected gently. “When we said goodbye in New York, part of my heart remained locked with yours. And when you came to visit your aunt, I knew you were the missing piece. And the night we spent at the Palace”
― Anna Adams, A French Princess in Versailles

“How dare you stand in front of me, ordering me how to shape my life to better suit your flimsy pseudopolitical ambitions!”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“I know your type. And I know you would smash my heart to little pieces. I don’t want to end up looking like the twenty plates I handled tonight,”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“She took her red pen and added a 1 in front of the 5, thus turning a 5 into an excellent 15. Nothing was going to keep her from that trip. Mr. Ruchet looked up as Maude entered his study. She advanced quickly looking a little uneasy, which Mr. Ruchet barely noticed as he was very busy making sure that the Law prevailed. She put her test in front of him. He took the paper and looked at it long and hard. Looked back at her, saw that she was trying hard not to fidget and mistook it for a sign of excitement and anticipation. Not for the nervousness of a guilty conscience. “I see you’ve received a good mark. Fifteen out of 20 isn’t too bad although I think you might’ve done better.” He stared back at the test, looked up, and said, “Give me your permission slip, you have my consent. You may go to Paris.”    ”
― Anna Adams, A French Girl in New York

“Maude, you have no idea what this means,” Cordelia said impatiently. “It means I met a critic in a restaurant where I was gobbling everything in arm’s reach,” Maude laughed. “You have no idea who this man is. He’s it. Now you’re it. If I don’t get a call today for a lead role for you today in Milan, my name is not Cordelia Tragent.” And”
― Anna Adams, A French Diva in New York