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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6e61065 | I intended lilies, said the magician. but in the clutches of a desparate desire to do something extraordinary, I called down a greater magic and inadvertently caused you a profound harm. I will now try to undo what I have done. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| fbc2ac0 | Hyperbole is sometimes necessary to get at the truth. (It seems odd, doesn't it, that we have to lie to tell the truth better?) | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b2582a3 | Inside the magic globe that Florence Nightingale carries, there are wishes and hopes and love. And all of these things are very tiny and also very bright. And there are thousands of wishes and hopes and love things, and they move around in the magic globe, and that's what Florence uses to see by. That is how she sees soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield of life. | love | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 796c4f2 | Furlough?" He said. "What?" said the first hood irritably. Despereaux shuddered. His own brother was delivering him to the dungeon. His heart stopped beating and shrunk to a small, cold, disbelieving pebble." | writing-from-the-heart | Kate DiCamillo | |
| 2866d5d | I am done with being loved, Edward told her. I'm done with loving. It's too painful. Pish. said the old doll. Where is your courage? Somewhere else. I guess, said Edward. You disappoint me, she said. You disappoint me greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless. You might as well leap from this shelf right now and let yourself shatter into a million pieces. Get it over with. Get it all ove.. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b736d07 | nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 0e90e50 | Despereaux thought that he might faint with the pleasure of someone referring to his ears as small and lovely. He laid his tail against the Pea's wrist to steady himself and he felt the princess's pulse, the pounding of her heart, and his own heart immediately took up the rhythm of hers. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| e21dff7 | Why would you save me? Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.' - A Tale of Despereaux, Kate Dicamillo - P. 81 | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 653f4df | Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 6beda97 | Mon Dieu, look, look," says Antoinette. "He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse." "Forgiven," whispers Lester. "Cripes," says Furlough, "unbelievable." "Just so," says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. "Just so." And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?" | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| ea2b4eb | I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 38a469f | Never use anybody else's power, but always use yours. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 6fb19f5 | And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 0c1f8af | Despereaux turned. He looked up and into the Head Mouse's eyes. They were dark eyes, deep and sad and frightened. And as Despereaux looked into them, his heart thudded once, twice. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| d221005 | If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 5eec217 | Truly, I did not intend to harm you, he said. That was never my intention. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b2f9727 | spoke often, and passionately, about the nefarious activities that every human being is capable of. Not only did it insist that the human heart was dark beyond all reckoning; it also likened the heart to a river. And further, it said, "If we are not careful, that river can carry us along in its hidden currents of want and anger and need, and transform each of us into the very criminal we fear." | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 4dcbeb9 | He was the kind of person who, if you asked him for one of something, gave you two instead. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 1882d40 | The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart. | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 6f998b8 | He smiled at me. He did that thing again, where he pulled back his lips and showed me his teeth. He smiled so big it made him sneeze. It was like he was saying, I know i'm a mess. Isn't it funny? | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| b8450e6 | Book the First A MOUSE IS BORN Book the Second CHIAROSCURO Book the Third GOR! THE TALE OF MIGGERY SOW Book the Fourth RECALLED TO THE LIGHT Coda | Kate DiCamillo | ||
| 38018e4 | Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end... | reading | Kate DiCamillo | |
| fb8caee | Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world. | middle-grade realistic sadness | Kate DiCamillo | |
| ad137d2 | Lantern-shine, dim but kind-- No starkness in darkness-- Even I please the eye. Outside, wind and rain, Weather's fitful wax and wane. Tomorrow's sun will reveal What night conceals. All we lack, regret, know, Forgotten in lamp-oil glow. | Gail Carson Levine | ||
| e02eaef | After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep. | wanderlust | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 86b3d73 | I love you now... I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me. | ever immortality love | Gail Carson Levine | |
| 726172f | Let him grow up, Regan. Quit fighting the inevitable. For Christ's sake, Jeremy's nearly a man." "Haven't you heard? Twenty's the new twelve." "Only from overprotective, control-freak mothers." | santana the-new-twelve | Lisa Jackson | |
| 66f8bb5 | How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food and beer conglomerates. Who'd have ever guessed product consumption, popular entertainment and spirituality would mix so harmoniously. It's a beautiful world, all right. | Bill Watterson | ||
| 1c17e3e | Cigars are all the rage, dad. You should smoke cigars!" - Calvin "Flatulence could be all the rage, but it would still be disgusting." - Calvin's mom" | cigars cool disgusting flatulence health poor rage smoke trendy | Bill Watterson | |
| 3b2ccb1 | Dad says that the anticipation of having something is often more fun than actually having it - Calvin | Bill Watterson | ||
| 044fdb8 | Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable." -- Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees" | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 4dc7786 | By fall, they can read. It happened by osmosis, the way it ought to: after they have spent several months on Daddy's lap, following his spoken words with their eyes and pretending to read, their comes a day when they no longer have to pretend. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 925fd13 | For once, Frances is stripped of irony. She is in the presence of something bigger--namely Herself. Or at least the self implied by her new body. This is how the Blessed Virgin visits us. She inhabits our own flesh and makes love out of it. Nothing is ironic in the moment of first love. And Frances is in love. With her body, and what it is bringing forth. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 2702cf6 | Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361) | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| a4ed4a3 | Books were not an expense; they were an investment. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 37b04fa | Lily has never gotton used to being alone. They turn in the water and turn again, then Ambrose lifts her above the surface once more and the creek rains down from her. He lays her gently on her back and her heart breaks. Her tears begin to flow because he is leaving - don't go! He sinks into the water on his back - take me with you! His body turns white again and shimmers into segments until all the pieces disappear. Lily lies face down at .. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 25ed669 | Frances learns something in this moment that will allow her to survive and function for the rest of her life. She finds out that one thing can look like another. That the facts of a situation don't necessarily indicate anything about the truth of a situation. In this moment, fact and truth become separated and commence to wander like twins in a fairy-tale, waiting to be reunited by that special someone who possesses the secret of telling th.. | Ann-Marie MacDonald | ||
| 460994b | Self-importance is a trap, because the moment we start to think that we actually matter is the moment when things start to go wrong. The truth is that you are supremely unimportant and nothing matters. All of man's striving is for nothing; all effort is wasted. To realize that everything is meaningless is tremendously liberating, since it then leaves us completely free to create our own lives and ignore the plans that others have for us. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| 02cd8b8 | It is precisely to prevent us from thinking too much that society pressurizes us all to get out of bed. In 1993, I went to interview the late radical philosopher and drugs researcher Terence McKenna. I asked him why society doesn't allow us to be more idle. He replied: I think the reason we don't organise society in that way can be summed up in the aphorism, "idle hands are the devil's tool." In other words, institutions fear idle populatio.. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| b0054f5 | We have become so obsessed by numbers and by bottom lines that beauty and truth has been knocked aside. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| 9b612b7 | Anxiety suits the status quo very well. Anxious people make good consumers and good workers. Governments and big business, therefore, love terrorism - they adore it, it's good for business. Anxiety will drive us back into our comfort blankets of credit-card shopping and bad food, so the system deliberately produces anxiety while simultaneously promising to take it away. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| 14cc110 | We need to be responsible for ourselves; we must create our own republics. Today we hand over our responsibility to the boss, to the company, to government, and then blame them when everything goes wrong. | Tom Hodgkinson | ||
| 4583365 | God is not a racist. God is not a sexist. God is not a tribalist. God is not a chauvinist. God is not a fascist. God is not an elitist. God is a philanthropist. God is a pacifist. God is a feminist. God is a pragmatist. | feminism-quotes matshona-dhliwayo-quotes philosopher-quotes philosophy-quotes race-quotes racism-quotes solomonology-quotes | Matshona Dhliwayo | |
| a7b07f6 | There is no greater beast than envy, no greater thief than fear, no greater enemy than greed, no greater predator than wrath, and no greater poison than bitterness. There is no greater student than curiosity, no greater professor than intelligence, no greater schoolbook than experience, no greater exam than understanding, and no greater classroom than life. There is no greater preacher than integrity, no greater warrior than courag.. | african-philosophy-quotes guru-quotes matshona-dhliwayo-quotes philosopher-quotations philosopher-quotes philosophy-quotations philosophy-quotes solomonology-quotes wise-quotes | Matshona Dhliwayo |