Betsy Cornwell Quotes

Those of us who embrace the feminine know its strength.

~ Betsy Cornwell

Where once I prayed for forgiveness from a father God who held up huge palms and said “Thou shalt not,” now I find peace with a sister god who takes my open hands in hers and says, “You will.

~ Betsy Cornwell

I do the same with my books...Nothing like a good argument in the margins with someone who's already said all they have to say on the subject.

~ Betsy Cornwell

The love between friends could create life.

~ Betsy Cornwell

One must always account for the vagaries of truth.

~ Betsy Cornwell

I had rescued myself entirely.

~ Betsy Cornwell

Children’s and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that’s why so many adults read YA: we’re never done coming of age.

~ Betsy Cornwell

When your heart is broken, it’s easier to follow rules

~ Betsy Cornwell

Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.

~ Betsy Cornwell

It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free.No one swims only in the shallow water.

~ Betsy Cornwell

I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.

~ Betsy Cornwell

The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes.He was growing.New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils.Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I’d ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat.

~ Betsy Cornwell

Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling.

~ Betsy Cornwell

It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn't it? Not the telling of them.

~ Betsy Cornwell

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that it was almost too much, all this newness, this feeling that there was space and light inside me I’d never noticed before. Every part of me down to my fingertips felt like reworked glass, melting into some new shape, my edges beginning to glow. I wanted to do nothing but change this way, pressed against his body, his warmth and goodness, forever.

~ Betsy Cornwell

But unlike sirens, selkies don't mean any harm with their songs. They don't sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy of it, and because of that, I imagine their songs are more beautiful than those of any siren.

~ Betsy Cornwell