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Where the Crawdads Sing Quotes

I wasn't aware that words could hold so much. I didn't know a sentence could be so full.
His dad had told him many times that the definition of a real man is one who cries without shame, reads poetry with his heart, feels opera in his soul, and does what’s necessary to defend a woman.
Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.
Unworthy boys make a lot of noise.
lot of times love doesn’t work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections.
Why should the injured, the still bleeding, bear the onus of forgiveness?.
If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.
She laughed for his sake, something she’d never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.
There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.
She knew the years of isolation had altered her behavior until she was different from others, but it wasn't her fault she'd been alone. Most of what she knew, she'd learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.
Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn’t know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land who caught her. Until at last, at some unclaimed moment, the heart-pain seeped away like water into sand. Still there, but deep. Kya laid her hand upon the breathing, wet earth, and the marsh became her mother.
Female fireflies draw in strange males with dishonest signals and eat them; mantis females devour their own mates. Female insects, Kya thought, know how to deal with their lovers.
Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar. Reflecting sunlight, they swirled and sailed and fluttered on the wind drafts.
Faces change with life's toll, but eyes remain a window to what was...
We're all like giraffes not using their necks to reach the higher leaves.
She whispered a verse by Amanda Hamilton: You came again, blinding my eyes like the shimmer of sun upon the sea. Just as I feel free the moon casts your face upon the sill. Each time I forget you your eyes haunt my heart and it falls still. And so farewell until the next time you come, until at last I do not see you.
Ya need some girlfriends, hon, ’cause they’re furever. Without a vow. A clutch of women’s the most tender, most tough place on Earth.
What d'ya mean, where the crawdads sing? Ma used to say that." Kya remembered Ma always encouraging her to explore the marsh: "Go as far as you can --- way out yonder where the crawdads sing." Tate said, "Just means far in the bush where critters are wild, still behaving like critters.
All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.
Please don't talk to me about isolation. No one has to tell me how it changes a person. I have lived it. I am isolation," Kya whispered with a slight edge.
time is no more fixed than the stars. Time speeds and bends around planets and suns, is different in the mountains than in the valleys, and is part of the same fabric as space, which curves and swells as does the sea.
Never underrate the heart, Capable of deeds The mind cannot conceive. The heart dictates as well as feels. How else can you explain The path I have taken, That you have taken The long way through this pass?.
I wadn’t aware that words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.
Go as far as you can—way out yonder where the crawdads sing.
That’s what sisters and girlfriends are all about. Sticking together even in the mud, ’specially in mud.
Loneliness has a compass of its own.
She'd given love a chance; now she wanted simply to fill the empty spaces. Ease the loneliness while walling off her heart.
Some parts of us will always be what we were, what we had to be to survive...
All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.
When cornered, desperate, or isolated, man reverts to those instincts that aim straight at survival. Quick and just. They will always be the trump cards because they are passed on more frequently from one generation to the next than the gentler genes. It is not a morality, but simple math. Among themselves, doves fight as often as hawks.
Imagination grows in the lonliest of soils.
Let’s face it, a lot of times love doesn’t work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections.
Not waiting for the sounds of someone was a release. And a strength.
Biology sees right and wrong as the same color in different light.
Unworthy boys make a lot of noise,.
Love must be free to wander, To land upon its chosen shore And breathe.
A simple hope of being with someone, of actually being wanted, of being touched, had drawn her in. But these hurried groping hands were only a taking, not a sharing or giving.
You all listen now, this is a real lesson in life. Yes, we got stuck, but what’d we girls do? We made it fun, we laughed. That’s what sisters and girlfriends are all about. Sticking together even in the mud, ’specially in mud.
Faces change with life’s toll, but eyes remain a window to what was, and she could see him there.
Most of what she knew, she'd learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.
Sunsets are never simple.
There in the first row of seats in the court room, sitting with Tate, were Jumpin' and Mabel. Folks had made a stir when they walked in with Tate and sat downstairs in the "white area." But when the bailiff reported this to Judge Sims, still in his chambers, the judge told him to announce that anybody of any color or creed could sit anywhere they wanted in his courtroom, and if somebody didn't like it, they were free to leave. In fact, he'd make sure they did.
She never collected lightning bugs in bottles; you learn a lot more about something when it's not in a jar.
Kya was bonded to her planet and its life in a way few people are. Rooted solid in this earth. Born of this mother.
His dad had told him many times that the definition of a real man is one who cries without shame, reads poetry with his heart, feels opera in his soul, and does what’s necessary to defend a woman. Scupper.
Perhaps love is best left as a fallow field.
All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.
Unworthy boys make a lot of noise,.
...judgement had no place here. Evil was not in play, just life pulsing on, even at the expense of some of the participants. Biology sees right and wrong as the same color in different light. Nothing seemed too indecorous as long as the tick & the tock of life carried on. She knew this was not a dark side to Nature, just inventive ways to endure against all odds.
I wadn’t aware that words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.
Among themselves, doves fight as often as hawks.