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When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.
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kira
the-giver
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Lois Lowry |
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It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things.
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Lois Lowry |
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Outside, she knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.
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She reached for Matty and embraced him. Ordinarily uncomfortable with hugs, he would have stiffened his shoulders and drawn back; but now, from exhaustion and affection, he held Kira and to his own amazement felt his eyes fill with tears.
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Lois Lowry |
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But their shoulders were as straight as they had been in the past: in the classroom, on the stage, at the Sabbath table. So there were other sources, too, of pride, and they had not left everything behind.
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Lois Lowry |
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Then, recalling what he had said, she turned to him eagerly. "What's my surprise?" Most Ancient turned and reached for something that was behind him. He picked it up and placed it in her arms, and it looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. It was what she had once been: tiny, a wisp of a thing, with a mischievous smile and a trusting, visible heart. "Oh!" she cried. She hugged it to her, against her badge. "What's its name?" "Ask it," Mos..
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He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.
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Lois Lowry |
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Why do some of us turn menacing?' she whispered.
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folktales
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Lois Lowry |
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A lot of people I know would hate that ending, but not me. I loved it. Mainly because I got to make the book happy. I decided they made it. They made it to the past. I decided the past was our world, and the future was their world. It was parallel worlds.
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Lois Lowry |
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Then I went home to continue my life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward whatever surprises are coming next.
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Lois Lowry |
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Thomas," she suggested, "you and I? We're the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different."
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Lois Lowry |
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Sometimes we have to hurt people, in order to keep ourselves whole. We must just do it with love, that's all.
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Lois Lowry |
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She felt a small shudder of fear. Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness and hunger. There was fear of beasts.
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Lois Lowry |
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The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.
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Lois Lowry |
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But how did you know? How did you know the pilot was lost?" "I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past--terrible times--when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction."
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Lois Lowry |
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It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating what you're leaving.
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Lois Lowry |
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you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life's a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.
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experiences
pain
reality
life
downfall
difficulty
challenges
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Lois Lowry |
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He saw Forest and understood what Seer had meant. It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into bloom, radiant with possibility.
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Lois Lowry |
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Why do you and I have to hold these memories?" "It gives us wisdom," The Giver replied."
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Lois Lowry |
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and I want you all to remember--that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of--something he can work and fight for.
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Lois Lowry |
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No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler--
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Lois Lowry |
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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.
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sadness
uncertainty
forgetting
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Lois Lowry |
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Suddenly Kira knew that although her door was unlocked, she was not really free.
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Lois Lowry |
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Sometimes I wish they'd ask for my wisdom more often - there are so many things I could tell them; things I wish they would change. But they don't want change. Life here is so orderly, so predictable - so painless. It's what they've chosen.
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Lois Lowry |
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They both walked to the center of the room. Jonas put his tunic back on. 'Goodbye, sir,' he said. 'Thank you for my first day.' The old man nodded to him. He looked drained, and a little sad. 'Sir?' Jonas said shyly. 'Yes? Do you have a question?' 'It's just that I don't know your name. I thought you were The Receiver, but you say that now I'm The Receiver. So I don't know what to call you.' The man had sat back down in the comfortable..
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Frequently the new ones were damaged. They hobbled on canes or were ill. Sometimes they were disfigured by wounds or simply because they had been born that way. Some were orphans. All of them were welcomed.
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Lois Lowry |
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When would he ever learn to stop saying "Look" to a man who had no eyes?"
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Lois Lowry |
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there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering,
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Lois Lowry |
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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.
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fear
doing
thinking
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Jonas went and sat beside them while his father untied Lily's hair ribbons and combed her hair. He placed one hand on each of their shoulders. With all of his being he tried to give each of them a piece of the memory: not of the tortured cry of the elephant, of their towering, immense creature and the meticulous touch with which it had tended its friend at the end. But his father had continued to comb Lily's long hair, and Lily, impatient, ..
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jonas
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Lois Lowry |
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She was the only doctor's wife in Branford, Maine, who hung her wash on an outdoor clothesline instead of putting it through a dryer, because she liked to look out the window and see the clothes blowing in the wind. She had been especially delighted, one day, when one sleeve of the top of her husband's pajamas, prodded by the stiff breeze off the bay, reached over and grabbed her nightgown around the waist.
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Lois Lowry |
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And apples were always, always red.
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Lois Lowry |
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The God of Thunder has fallen into the milk pail!
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Lois Lowry |
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Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn't possibly happen.
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fear
ghost-stories
danger
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Lois Lowry |
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Odd, she thought of him as her friend though in truth they had shared only one brief conversation.
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Lois Lowry |
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All of his strength and blood and breath were entering the earth now. His brain and spirit became part of the earth. He rose. He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.
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Lois Lowry |
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You've ruined it now," she said, looking sadly at the crumpled spotted wings in Bethan's outstretched hand. "It deserved to live, and to fly." --
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Thnks fr th mmrs- Gabe
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insperational
legit
true-to-my-lyfe
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Jonas wasn't interested, just then, in wisdom. It was the colors that fascinated him. "Why can't everyone see them? Why did colors disappear?" The Giver shrugged. "Our people made that choice, the choice to go to Sameness. Before my time, before the previous time, back and back and back. We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with differences." He thought for a moment. "We gained control of many things. But we had ..
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It was so--oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!" The Giver nodded. "It is." "Do you see it all the time?" "I see all of them. All the colors." "Will I?"
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We're almost there, Gabriel," he whispered, feeling quite certain without knowing why. "I remember this place, Gabe." And it was true. But it was not a grasping of a thin and burdensome recollection; this was different. This was something that he could keep. It was a memory of his own. He hugged Gabriel and rubbed him briskly, warming him, to keep him alive. The wind was bitterly cold. The snow swirled, blurring his vision. But somewhere ah..
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Lois Lowry |
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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.
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songs
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Lois Lowry |
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have starved in other ways. He would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for color, for love.
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Lois Lowry |
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I wish I could have a cupcake,
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