The Memory Keeper's Daughter Quotes

“Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“A moment might be a thousand different things.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Either things grow and change or they die.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“It's good to be in love.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“What would happen, they conjectured, if they simply went on assuming their children would do everything. Perhaps not quickly. Perhaps not by the book. But what if they simply erased those growth and development charts, with their precise, constricting points and curves? What if they kept their expectations but erased the time line? What harm could it do? Why not try?”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Anything can happen. But what goes wrong isn’t your fault. You can’t spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won’t work. You’ll just end up missing the life you have.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into the air like stones into water, rippling the invisible surface of the world. Waves of sound, waves of light: his father had tried to pin everything down, but the world was fluid and could not be contained.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter