Gabe?”The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. “There could be love”, Jonas whispered.
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.
It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.
Honor,’ he said firmly. ‘I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.
That’s all that brave means – not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do.
It was my journey and i had to do it without help. I had to find my own strengths, face my own fears.
It’s hard to give up the being together with someone.
…That’s why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what we had learned and carried from the old.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.
Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.
Go, ” he said. “This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love.
But there’s a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.
…you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life’s a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.
It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.
We’re so accustomed to laughing. It’s harder for us when the time comes that we can’t laugh.
Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn’t possibly happen.
Oh, sometimes it’s just easier to please people,” Maria said finally.
We’re the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different.
… and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.
I don’t know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It’s as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn’t include me anymore….
I laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I’m thinking.
You know, sometimes it’s nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn’t make sense.
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Looking back together, telling our stories to one another, we learn how to be on our own.
Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.
She’s sure, absolutely sure, that what she’s waiting for will happen, just the way she wants it to; and I’m so uncertain, so fearful my dreams will end up forgotten somewhere, someday, like a piece of string and a paperclip lying in a dish.
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.
It wasn’t the same. I’m pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn’t the same.
It’s a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.
It was because someone who was a real friend was having the exact same feelings I was having, about something that was more important to me than anything else. I bet there are people who go through a whole life and never experience that.
Why do you and I have to hold these memories?”It gives us wisdom.
It’s just that…without the memories, it’s all meaningless.
And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.
Do you know that I no longer see colors?”Jonas’s heart broke.
Maybe someday, if I succeed at something, I’ll stop saying, “It isn’t fair” about everything else.
I’m trying to ruin it!” Will had bellowed back. “So I can figure out how to do it perfectly! How can you learn anything if you won’t take risks?
You eat canned tuna fish and you absorb protein. Then, if you’re lucky, someone give you Dover Sole and you experience nourishment. It’s the same with books.
When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That’s a gift.
Teasing’s part of the fun that comes before kissing
It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.
It was harder for the ones who were waiting, Annemarie knew. Less danger, perhaps, but more fear.
He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.
The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.
I brug you two [gifts] . . . I gots the little here in my pockie.’ He dug one hand deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of nuts and a dead grasshopper. ‘Nope. Be the other side.’ (Matt)
it is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything
I’ve always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one else has the same memories. No one has the same dreams.