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She was much too thin. She was serene, like someone accustomed to sickness, someone who layed back to back with it in bed.
All around them people were speaking a language Brown didn't understand; it was like silence with sharp edges in it.
Cities are fueled by the listless agony of workers providing services to other workers who barely acknowledge those services.
And in time, and by being a good woman, and a patient woman, she would have won a good and patient man.
After half an hour the Senora emerged, short of breath, with flushed cheeks....as uf she'd been seized and shaken like a faulty thermometer.
It was the dread that comes about when you are allowed to have something that seems costly and yet you're not asked for payment.
I've read that madness is present when everything you see and hear takes on an equal significance. A dead bird makes you cry, and so does a doorknob.
This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.
So Mr. Pizarsky had been a poet? That was how he'd said it: "I was a poet." As if the poet had died. He was hiding, perhaps.
Daphne came in with her arms full of books, and her eyes blazing like two poisoned moons. How'd you like the mess St. John?
How long had the Doc been crazy? I don't know. Quite some time, I guess. Don't worry. He was only a general practitioner.
what they'd been afraid of was running out of self. On the contrary the more they loved the more there was to love.
I think the soul must be heavy and smooth, Myrna: I deduce this from the buoyant, jerky movements of puppets, which lack souls.
She was poised and sympathetic, like a girl who'd just come from the future but didn't want to brag about it.
He honestly expected her to believe that she could make a bad offering and her ancestors wouldn't mind.
To the naked eye Boudicca is a haze of noxious green that lurks among fronds of seaweed looking exactly like the aftermath of a chemical spill.
It turns out that the average annoyed American only needs to pull three terrible faces before she feels better.
I was born, and then I was quietly resentful of that fact for a few years ... but then I went to a library and it was okay.
I've always felt happy in my own company. It's only when I get around other people that things get sticky.
Most of the people who say beauty fades say it with a smirk. Fading is more than just expected, it's what they want to see. I don't.
Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.
The way I live now is that I only write, which means that I'm very poor but very happy. Everything in my life is the way I want it to be.
I hate that my life is teaching me that I can only be loved if I put my love out of reach and just drift above people until they love my remoteness.
She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.
I take aliens very seriously and don't appreciate light entertainment or weak approximations being made of them.
The water is very green and has a sweet taste, both boys wrote in their diaries, at different times.
If you should find yourself in a place that is indifferent to you and there is someone there that your spirit stretches to, then that person is kin.
... there's a difference between having no one because you've chosen it and having no one because everyone has been taken away.
So her missing person's poster features a girl with long hair and dreamy eyes that don't see the fracture coming.
When something catches your attention just keep your attention on it, stick with it 'til the end, and somewhere along the line there'll be weirdness.
Last summer I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish for everything he wanted.
He kissed me like ice cream, like a jazz waltz, the rough, gentle way the sea washed sand off my skin on the hottest day of the year.
It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one.
Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy ...
White is for witching, a colour to be worn so that all other colours can enter you, so that you may use them. At a pinch, cream will do.
Were those exact words said: 'I no longer love you'?"
"No."
"No. Hardly anybody ever says it like that, do they? They simply become unkind.
"No."
"No. Hardly anybody ever says it like that, do they? They simply become unkind.
I love character and voice, and my favourite books have been the ones in which I've become completely absorbed.
Rowan's physical effect- godlike jawline, long-lashed eyes, umber skin, rakish quiff of hair- is that of lightening strike.
Maybe she grew one more in the night and that's why the night sleep was so deep, it was a matching pair of sleeps. -
The general advice is always be yourself, be yourself, which only makes sense if you haven't got an attitude problem.
You don't return people's smiles - it's perfectly clear to you that people can smile and smile and still be villains.
A library at night is full of sounds: the unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious.