Canadian Novelist Quotes

If I don't do what feels right to me, what I need and want to do, then am I really living?

Cheryl Rainfield

Trying is fine. Failing is inevitable. Don't let it devour you.

Michelle Sagara

But I never cleaned thoroughly enough, my reorganization proved to be haphazard, the disgraces came unfailingly to light, and it was clear how we failed, how disastrously we fell short of that ideal of order and cleanliness, household decency which I as much as anybody else believed in.

But I feel vanity is a part of art and the non-vain are really non-artistic.

Barry Webster (writer)

I began to ration my writing, for fear I would dream through life as my father had done. I was afraid I had inherited a poisoned gene from him, a vocation without a gift.

Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.

The Christian Scientists held that it was not God Who wanted sickness, but man who [put] himself in the way of suffering. If this were the case, though, wouldn't we all die in perfect health?

If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

Margaret Laurence

There are people who are born superficial.... They prefer not to have to deal with more than a limited number of oversimplified ideas — they prefer the book reviews to the books, the headlines and the leading paragraph to the full report, the generalization to the facts, and the negative to the positive.

Gwethalyn Graham

I wanted to save my face because only that was what I had.

I'm always diplomatic when heavily outnumbered by armed strangers.

It's weird when you hear teachers call each other by their first names. It's like they're friends or something.

But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage.

I am writing to apply for the position of bookkeeper. Attached, you will find my list of qualifications. I have been keeping books for four years now, and I am never going to give them back.

Few women are so beautiful and charming that they can afford to divest themselves of any portion of their charm; so they are very foolish to do so by smoking. It doesn't matter about men. Men look ugly and silly, too, when smoking. But it isn't beauty that matters with them-only strength

Lucy Maud Montgomery

I can't keep giving my will into other people hands no more, ain't? I have to decide what I want to do for myself. No answer. It wasn't going to tell her.

Then if he's sore with me, let him dump my ass. That will just give me more time to be a genius.

To share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love.

Boredom, yes, as in those moments when the eyes stare without itinerary—when the brain's hard drive revolves at low rpm, uncoupled from regimen, responsibility, the whole Logistical Life that becomes one's life in the middle years, what Hinduism calls the Householder Phase, to do to do to do to do to do. But now alpha waves are lapping at the shore of the mind as you depart the secretarial for the sacramental realm.

Steven Heighton

Charity should be blind to everything but need. Our personal feelings should not determine whose starvation is legitimate.

Michael Redhill

I've always thought fairies are like mushrooms, you trip over them when you're not thinking about them, but they're hard to spot when you're searching for them.

I say that humans are the only ones in this world that need everything within it. but there is nothing in the world that needs us for its survival. We aren't the masters of the earth. We're the servants.

A quiet morning with a loving God puts the events of the upcoming day into proper perspective.

The history of Acadians has never been written down as see by its people. Its been written by historians from outside. These historians sometimes had reason not to write the truth or didn't know the truth or didn't know the small things which become the big things, the inside story, what we in France call la petit histoire. History is made by the kings and lords, But la petit histoire is made by the people.

Antonine Maillet

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.