Rene Denfeld Quotes

You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.

You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.

Rene Denfeld

Her entire life she had been running from terrifying shadows she could no longer see—and in escape she ran straight into life. In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not dema...

Her entire life she had been running from terrifying shadows she could no longer see—and in escape she ran straight into life. In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not dema...

Rene Denfeld

About Author

Rene Denfeld is an American author.
Her first novel, The Enchanted (Harper 2014), was awarded the French Prix du Premier Roman Etranger award, an ALA Medal for Excellence in Fiction, and a Carnegie Listing. The book was a finalist for the Center for Fiction First Novel Prize, The Oregonian's Best Book of the Year, and listed for the Dublin International fiction prize. Her second novel, The Child Finder (Harper 2017), is a literary thriller examining the role of a young woman in finding a missing child.
Denfeld has written for The New York Times Magazine, The Oregonian and the Philadelphia Inquirer.

Rene Denfeld Quotes

You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.

Her entire life she had been running from terrifying shadows she could no longer see—and in escape she ran straight into life. In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not dema...

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Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.

She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At the far end was a cluster of trees. As always, her eyes sought mov...

Love wasn’t about numbers, Naomi realized then. It wasn’t about selling yourself or wanting anything in return. It wasn’t about hoping for safety. It was just— That purr.

This is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.

Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory.

Ideas are powerful things; we should take more care with them. I know there are some who would disagree - those who think ideas are like food they can taste and then spit out if they don't like it. Bu...

I'm afraid, she confessed, her voice quiet.Of what?That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled. She took a breath. That you will get tired of filling it. She paused and spoke h...

The truth is not in the touch of a stone, but in what the stone tells you.

A farm without stock, a home without children. The world here was dying.

He was sweet as a baby, you know? Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can’t ’splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-s...

Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can’t ’splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-solid lump.

There is no game in her smile. There is warmth and kindness and something that looks like steel. You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.

Remember when we used to share our secrets? he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders.The Stone, she laughed.I loved you then. I loved you no ma...

The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white, a vision of the heavens.

Are you trying to talk your way into my bed? she asked, her voice thick with emotion. No. His voice sounded warm. I’m trying to talk my way into your heart.

People try to make names for things they don't understand.

Now when those dark times happen, I curl into a ball on my cot and make a cape with my blanket. I remind myself I am not dust, but I should be. I tell myself I am made of the same cells as life itself...