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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 671659f | There are two elevators. One is blue. One is red. When you want to go up, you take the blue elevator. When you want to go down, you take the red elevator. It's that simple. It can't go wrong! The blue one only goes up. And the red one only goes down." And so, at last, Wayside School got elevators. A blue one and a red one. They each worked perfectly one time -- and never could be used again." | school | Louis Sachar | |
| d907b23 | No one's ever brought me flowers before," said Mr. Kidswatter. "You may not believe this, Louis, but I don't have many friends." He put his hand on Louis's shoulder. "You're like a son to me," he said. "And you're a maggot-infested string bean," muttered Louis. "What?" asked Mr. K. "I said, you're a magnificent human being." | principal school | Louis Sachar | |
| b7062ab | I have a package for somebody named Mrs. Jewls," he said. "I'll take it," said Louis. "Are you Mrs. Jewls?" asked the man. "No," said Louis. "I have to give it to Mrs. Jewls," said the man. Louis thought a moment. He didn't want the man disturbing the children. He knew how much they hated to be interrupted when they were working. "I'm Mrs. Jewls," he said. "But you just said you weren't Mrs. Jewls," said the man. "I changed my mind," said L.. | humor package school ups witty | Louis Sachar | |
| 57e9e44 | The hobo wore old black shoes that also looked like they were too big for him, but that might have been because he wasn't wearing any socks. | school shoes socks | Louis Sachar | |
| bf85d10 | What do you eat?" she asked. "Mulligan stew," said Bob. "My friends and I collect scraps of food all day, and then we cook it up in a big pot and share it. It's always different, but very tasty." "Why is it called mulligan stew?" asked Stephen. "There was once a hobo named Mulligan," said Bob. "He made the first mulligan stew." "Was he a good cook?" asked Todd. "No, he was eaten by cannibals." | food hobo mulligan school stew | Louis Sachar | |
| 8779556 | Mac raised his hand. "Once I could only find one of my socks," he said. "Man, I looked everywhere for it! Under the bed, in the bathroom. You'll never guess where I finally found it." "In the refrigerator," said Bob. Mac's mouth dropped open. "How'd you know?" Bob shrugged. "Where else?" | refrigerator school socks | Louis Sachar | |
| d2a73b5 | This was the eighteenth day in a row that the special was Mushroom Surprise. It was called Mushroom Surprise because it would have been a surprise if anybody had ever ordered it. No one ever did--except Louis, of course. That's why they'd had it for eighteen days. There was always plenty left over. | lunch mushroom school surprise | Louis Sachar | |
| 73da533 | Until he knows he isn't a monster, how is anybody else supposed to know? | Louis Sachar | ||
| 4a22315 | League in | Louis Sachar | ||
| 5f8400d | Instead, they called her a name. They called her "a genius." And even though it really didn't explain anything, everybody considered it a satisfactory explanation. And that way, nobody ever had to really try to understand." | understand | Louis Sachar | |
| 52273f0 | He didn't want her to know that he didn't understand, but what he didn't realize was that she didn't understand either, so that if he had just told her he didn't understand, she would have understood, but when he told her he understood, then she didn't understand. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 77dfe7e | Tired," said Jason. "S-L-E-E-P-Y. Tired." | spelling spelling-bee tired | Louis Sachar | |
| 002c9b7 | Miss Zarves taught the class on the nineteenth story. There was no Miss Zarves. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 74093cc | If a donkey could talk, and if the donkey had a sore throat, and if it spoke with a French accent--that was what Mr. Gorf's voice sounded like. | Louis Sachar | ||
| 7203fa4 | Even the book I'm reading to my class," said Miss Zarves. "The author makes fun of teachers!" | Louis Sachar | ||
| 68aa08d | They had never had a nice teacher. They were terribly afraid of nice teachers. | teacher | Louis Sachar | |
| f351ee4 | In fact, they were much too cute to be children. | cute | Louis Sachar | |
| 72aa475 | Yes," Leslie agreed. "Rondi showed excellent taste by not wearing the hat or the boots. They go so well together." | good-taste | Louis Sachar | |
| fec6923 | only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, My angel, my only | Louis Sachar | ||
| 4c4d7c1 | She said his life would be like walking upstream in a rushing river. The secret was to take small steps and just keep moving forward. If he tried to take too big a step, the current would knock him off his feet and carry him back downstream. | moving-forward progress small-steps | Louis Sachar | |
| 316ef46 | A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall. | Anatole Broyard | ||
| d9f0b7d | The Russian perception of Michael Jackson as an iconic victim parallels that of American author Dr. Wayne Dyer, who said: Not only is that heartbreaking, but immoral in my opinion, that this innocent man was persecuted as he was by this world and particularly the United States--his home country. I am and always will be ashamed of what was done to Michael Jackson by this country.... Michael was essentially lynched in the U.S.... [H]e is not .. | Karen Moriarty | ||
| 99e26bc | basic human need for appreciation and acceptance. It's something we all feel an inner draw towards, regardless of how independent, confident, or self-sufficient we may be. | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 84c9005 | Unfortunately, invalidating others is easy to do. For most people, it's almost a knee-jerk reaction. How many times have you responded to a friend or family member with some variation of the following? | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 36c5304 | validation--which is, in essence, the act of helping someone feel heard and understood-- | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 03d18e1 | Being listened to and heard is one of the greatest desires of the human heart. And those who learn to listen are the most loved and respected. | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| e8a27a8 | We want (and need) more than just a listening ear. As humans, we need to feel heard and understood. We need to feel accepted and appreciated. Good listeners, therefore, do more than just listen--they validate. | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| ca0ec69 | Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr." | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 38e7337 | building healthy, satisfying relationships. What's more, it's critical for any relationship, romantic or otherwise. Thus, the core idea of this book is that, in order to become a "great listener," you actually need to become a great validator." | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| 166d940 | Connection is the energy that is created between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued. | Michael S. Sorensen | ||
| d7a11a4 | We were drinking a memory, one that would be forever associated with the memory of this trip. | Rex Pickett | ||
| 47f41cb | Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect. | Rex Pickett | ||
| fdb0b9b | Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body. | inadvertent-humor language-rape | Rex Pickett | |
| 81bc941 | I mull that over. Amber treats everyone out here like normal people, not homeless street losers, and in return they give her their names. | Barbara Haworth-Attard | ||
| b8e530f | As I do, I'm reminded of textbook pictures I once saw, of ancient priests in the middle of their ceremonies, faces raised to the sun. They knew that was where the real power lay. | Barbara Haworth-Attard | ||
| 0875a59 | Fear is a rushing sound, like water, in my ears. | Barbara Haworth-Attard | ||
| 040fdd4 | Then, suddenly, I reach out and wrap my granddad's hand in mine, like he once held mine, and for a while, the anger inside me quiets. | Barbara Haworth-Attard | ||
| 5d8641b | But maybe what's important is not that I matter to them, but that they matter to me. And mostly that 'I' matter to me. | Barbara Haworth-Attard | ||
| 719bac0 | Jealousy is a virtue of democracies which preserves them from tyrants. | Anatole France | ||
| 5ee38a6 | He had loved the girl who had loved the glamour in herself, and that girl seemed to have disappeared. But he was happy to have Glinda as a friend. Well, in a nutshell: he had loved Galinda and this now was Glinda. Someone he could no longer quite figure out. Case closed. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| 16fdaf4 | How many times in a life, he thought, will I lie down in a darkness whose character I cannot imagine, to see what daybreak reveals of my new circumstances? Or is that every day of my life? | nutcracker | Gregory Maguire | |
| 1eb10f9 | You know, Boq,' she said, 'the thing is I have become fond of Galinda myself. Behind her starry-eyed love of herself there is a mind struggling to work. She does think about things. When her mind is really working, she could, if led, think on you--even, I suspect, somewhat fondly. I suspect. I don't know. But when she slides back into herself, I mean the girl who spends two hours a day curling that beautiful hair, it's as if the thinking Ga.. | Gregory Maguire | ||
| b5fd861 | Was it an accident I saw that, Fiyero wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes. Or is it just that the world unwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you are ready to see it anew? | Gregory Maguire | ||
| e5ae168 | Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in a coven of vipers. Maybe it was her own fault. | Gregory Maguire |