White Oleander is a 1999 novel by American author Janet Fitch. It is a coming of age story about a child who is separated from her mother and placed in a series of foster homes. The book was a selection by Oprah's Book Club in May 1999 and became a 2002 film
Astrid is the only child of a single mother, Ingrid, a brilliant, obsessed poet who wields her luminous beauty to intimidate and manipulate men. Astrid worships her mother and cherishes their private world full of ritual and mystery — but their idyll is shattered when Astrid's mother falls... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“Oleanders could live through anything, they could stand heat, drought, neglect, and put out thousands of waxy blooms.”Astrid
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. 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.Highlighted by 63 Kindle customers
Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind.”Highlighted by 63 Kindle customers
“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. It’s so soothing. I feel infinitely better now.”Highlighted by 49 Kindle customers
“Love’s an illusion. It’s a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I’d rather have cash.”Highlighted by 48 Kindle customers
You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don’t know whether you’re going to jump.Highlighted by 44 Kindle customers
This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren’t crying, that it wasn’t the worst day of their lives. That they didn’t want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn’t have gone down on their knees and thanked God if they could stay.Highlighted by 41 Kindle customers
What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.Highlighted by 41 Kindle customers
“Never let a man stay the night,” she told me. “Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.”Highlighted by 39 Kindle customers
I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despair wasn’t a guest, you didn’t play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy.Highlighted by 39 Kindle customers
The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
Preceded by The Pilot's Wife, and followed by Mother of Pearl.
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