Alice Sebold
Alice Sebold
Alice Seboldis an American writer. She has published three books: Lucky, The Lovely Bones, and The Almost Moon...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth6 September 1963
CityMadison, WI
CountryUnited States of America
mouths hats lovely-bones
He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway
goes-on done bones
When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?
looks lovely-bones keep-going
You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.
pain stories bones
Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.
giving earth lovely-bones
If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.
way cameras bones
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.
children father lovely-bones
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
love-you salmon lovely-bones
I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon
joys understanding
To me, the idea of heaven would give you certain pleasures, certain joys - but it's very important to have an intellectual understanding of why you want those things.
comics mostly
I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.
dynamic hard relationship work
We all work hard to understand the dynamic relationship we have with a parent.
men mark left
I left my mark on that man.
mother ocean eye
His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.
lying hands two
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand