Jacqueline Cioffa > Quotes

“We are all disabled, broken parts, lost individuals, trying to find our way. Truth is what you know, here and happening now. There is only love and love is the bravest character of all.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, Georgia Pine

“So it began, the living escape. The writer’s life. Limits left at the door, with muddy boots, grace and undiscovered fantastical, far away lands. Intrigue exists, beyond the confines of four, suffocating walls. The flawed, vulnerable, messy, selfish heroine makes human mistakes, yet we forgive her. We recognize the broken pieces in ourselves, her honesty forces a hard look in the mirror. Characters become real, we picture them with our own eyes, hear their voices, empathize with their story. We root them on. When the writer does their job well, we love them, never wanting to say good-bye.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, The Vast Landscape

“Some of us are born plain unlucky, helplessly watching others sail through. When tragedy strikes, those ‘lucky bastards’ won’t have a fucking clue what to do, paralyzed by fear.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, The Vast Landscape

“We are born with a sole purpose. With unique gifts, I suppose. We must decide whether to use them, or discard them.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, Georgia Pine

“Be brave my child, be bold. You are meant for glorious things. God gave me the sea, sun, moon and stars when he let me borrow you. It’s all borrowed Addie, time that is. Sooner or later, we must pay it back.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, The Vast Landscape

“She prays cruelty learns from compassion. She hopes time has made earth a softer, more malleable place to visit. Shame and fear obliterated, life colored with happy minutes.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, The Vast Landscape

“I want to live simple. I want orange and red leaves and high school football and small town life. I want to erase the days lived in the hollow and free my mind and body from the trickery of a fast life. I am throwing out the Gucci shoes and Prada bags and the heavy burden and the in crowd.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, THE RED BENCH: A DESCENT AND ASCENT INTO MADNESS

“Where do I fit? Why am I here? Will I love, be loved? We are born with a fixed expiration date, yet we carry on, walking this earth the best we can until we’re pixie dust.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, Georgia Pine

“I was my only obstacle. Once I stepped aside, there it was. Grace. Glaring at me, in the face, as certain as a Cove sunrise.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, The Vast Landscape

“I look out at the sad, pre-conditioned faces and am returned to the lost feelings. I taste the screams building up in my throat, the hurling accusations. I immediately remove myself from the physical tantrums and refuse the same old, same old destructive patterns. I will not curl up in fetal position on the bathroom floor, my sobs drenching the carpet. I practice deep breathing and kind thinking.”
― Jacqueline Cioffa, THE RED BENCH: A DESCENT AND ASCENT INTO MADNESS