Janet Fitch Quotes

• La soledad es la condición humana. Cultívala. La forma en que se introduce en ti permite que tu alma crezca. Nunca esperes superar la soledad. Nunca esperes encontrar personas que te comprendan, alguien que llene ese espacio. Una persona inteligente y sensible es la excepción, la gran excepción. Si esperas encontrar gente que te comprenda, crecerás asesinado por la decepción. Lo mejor que puedes hacer es comprenderte a ti mismo, saber qué es lo que quieres y no dejar que el ganado se interponga en tu camino.

  Janet Fitch

  Inspirational, Disappointment, Loneliness

  "White Oleander". Book by Janet Fitch, 1999.

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• Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

  Janet Fitch

  Tattoo, Artist, Mind

  Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press

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• Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

  Janet Fitch

  Memories, Landscape, Dimensions

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• Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best thing you can do it know yourself... know what you want.

  Janet Fitch

  Lonely, Space, Attention

  "White Oleander". www.imdb.com. 2002.

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• Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

  Janet Fitch

  Love Is, Hatred, Mind

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• A fish has no concept of water.

  Janet Fitch

  Water, Fishes, Concepts

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• The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

  Janet Fitch

  Want, Oleanders, Way

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.81, Hachette UK

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• Es una obligación amar a otra persona.

  Janet Fitch

  Liability, Persons

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.213, Hachette UK

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• Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.

  Janet Fitch

  Touch Someone, Fingers

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• How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.

  Janet Fitch

  Body, Becoming, Scar

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• How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

  Janet Fitch

  Survival, Suffering, Care

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• Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.

  Janet Fitch

  People, Broken, Advice

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.173, Hachette UK

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• Estaría a medio planeta de distancia, flotando en un mar turquesa, bailando a la luz de la luna al son de la guitarra flamenca.

  Janet Fitch

  Ocean, Guitar, Sea

  Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press

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• Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

  Janet Fitch

  Loneliness, Tunnels, Soul

  Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press

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• Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face on a November day in the rain.

  Janet Fitch

  Girl, Rain, Gun

  Janet Fitch (2013). “Paint It Black”, p.120, Hachette UK

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• Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.

  Janet Fitch

  Dream, Pain, Sick

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.111, Hachette UK

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• You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

  Janet Fitch

  Thinking, Elements, Movement

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• There used to be a category called women's fiction - meaning not too rude, not too much sex, a bit domestic and internal. Women have changed so much. We're so varied. And we've become more interested in the same varied experience in fiction.

  Janet Fitch

  Sex, Rude, Fiction

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• Don't hoard the past. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.

  Janet Fitch

  Artist, Past, Phoenix

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• Apréndete siempre los poemas de memoria. Tienen que convertirse en la médula de tus huesos. Como el flúor en el agua, harán que tu alma sea impermeable a la suave podredumbre del mundo.

  Janet Fitch

  Heart, Water, Poetry

  Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press

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• After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.

  Janet Fitch

  Girl, Mistake, Fire

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.76, Hachette UK

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• Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good.

  Janet Fitch

  Mean, Poet, Said

  Janet Fitch (2002). “White Oleander”, Large Print Press

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• Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.

  Janet Fitch

  Men, Firsts, Oleanders

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.134, Hachette UK

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• The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.

  Janet Fitch

  Mother, Spring, Sleep

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.7, Hachette UK

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• like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.

  Janet Fitch

  Kids, Class, Humiliated

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