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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7309d6a | As Mama once told me, "We called him Boy for the first two months of his life, but when his third-month birthday came around and we saw that sweet smile--especially when you were close to him, reaching out for him--we realized that he had chosen life. So we named him Chaim after your zaide, your grandfather, but also because 'chaim' in Hebrew means 'life.'" I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without my twin." | Jane Yolen | ||
| 2207e89 | to eat away that hope. "Belief," Mama often said, "is the first thing to come, and the last thing to go." "Belief," Papa always countered, "is for children." | Jane Yolen | ||
| aa92513 | We're lucky we don't have to share. Lots of people have to--you told me so yourself." "Share?" Gittel had looked appalled. Chaim remembered the face she'd made at the time, adding, "Papa, we have so little, how could we possibly share?" He'd looked at her, shook his head. "Many people have far less, and that you must never forget." | Jane Yolen | ||
| a5e2905 | One day Ilka told me they were moving to America. Her papa, who was a professor, had found work there. "Is it far away?" I asked. "America?" We hadn't studied geography yet. "Over the ocean," she said. I'd never seen the ocean. I thought it was like the pond in the nearby park, only bigger. "I will visit," I said. "I will write," she said. The Nazis came. We did neither." | Jane Yolen | ||
| 2ae3751 | The minute they were in the hall, he whispered to his father, "He's a pig." "Not kosher," Papa added, and they both chuckled." | Jane Yolen | ||
| ee2cb50 | She lay curled up on the ground, one scrawny hand held out as if begging, the other clutching a doll as ragged as she. But her mouth was open, her eyes wide, unblinking. There was a bullet hole in her forehead that looked like a third eye. A dark bruise on her upturned cheek. Gittel had such a dress once, he thought. That blue. Even as he walked on, his eyes filled with tears. A line of a poem sledgehammered into his startled mind. Dance on.. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 6b0f9b4 | People were dying around us, of starvation, tuberculosis, cholera, typhus, typhoid, deportation, influenza, heartbreak. Their lungs were filling up because of the cold. They were being shot for walking too quickly, staring too hard, not answering questions fast enough or answering too fast, or just because they wore the yellow star. To die was easy. To live was harder. Papa said to us, "We have chosen the more difficult path, that of life. .. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 2e6d8a7 | Once Once, oh once, there was, was not, A girl, princess, mermaid, widow, witch, queen, wife, A boy, king, soldier, wizard, troll, giants, Magic Life. The tale turns, returns, confuses, confesses, And all the hardships, spells, and stresses, End well in happy laughter And we hope- ever after. Believe me, friend- because would I, A storyteller, ever lie? | Jane Yolen | ||
| 0b4bc54 | At least Em, long-suffering as she was, tried to give the child a bit of her heart, which - after all those years of living with Henry on that old gray farm in the middle of the gray prairie - was as dried up as an old pea. She tried, but she wasn't much good at it. It was a bit like trying to water a budding flower in the middle of a dry Kansas summer with a watering can poked through with holes. | Jane Yolen | ||
| d64fb33 | Why would anyone want to be God?" he asked. "It's a terrible occupation." | Jane Yolen | ||
| aa4a83c | Could it be that humans had an infinite capacity to make themselves at home in the direst of situations? Or did one just adjust expectations downward, so as to be able to get through each day? | Jane Yolen | ||
| 6c4264e | Mag thought, | Jane Yolen | ||
| 1dc590f | No one sees her of course. She doesn't exist unless you count bad dreams. Yet still she flies, | Jane Yolen | ||
| 8fd2ec8 | Words shouldn't be dirty or clean But definitely sweet, On the tongue, in the mind. | poetry | Jane Yolen | |
| e4133e4 | She's gone on that long road into adulthood from which none of us returns. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 06badba | The Baba gives me paper, and a pen that sputters ink. Write, she says, tell the true Though you may have to lie to do it. | Jane Yolen | ||
| 08e48fd | How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don't ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own truth. All I can start with is Once Upon A Time, that oldest and truest of lies. | Jane Yolen | ||
| db3018d | Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed. | fiction reading writing | Jane Yolen | |
| 30bce1f | War is our backyard, famine our feast. Most fear the wind of our wings and even, in their hurt, pray for life. Only a few, a very few, truly pray for death. But we answer all their prayers with the same coin. | descriptive-writing metaphor | Jane Yolen | |
| d74c94b | Hans was never good at giving proper answers. He always had different answers in his head, odd answers, answers that his teachers and his parents and his grandmother and even his crazy grandfather seemed to think were wrong. But they weren't answers, they were just answers. He wondered suddenly what the Ice Maiden would do if he gave a wrong answer. And, thinking this, he found he couldn't open his mouth at all. | Jane Yolen | ||
| c623bec | You see, my dear ice witch, I have had the love of from all over the world because of my stories. A child's love is the perfect love, for it is given with a whole heart. That love will outlast me a hundredfold. And it will outlast you as well. | Jane Yolen | ||
| a44db17 | Laughter in the face of certain death? It is the very definition of the Hero," said the White Queen. "The Jabberwock knew it and therefore could no longer move against you." | Jane Yolen | ||
| 94346cb | WHEN I'M GOOD, I'M VERY GOOD. BUT WHEN I'M BAD, I'M BETTER."--Mae West in I'm No Angel" | Jane Yolen | ||
| e2d6e3b | I think maybe they come out into the grounds in nightwear. But no, in typical anorexic stype they have read the fashion magazines literally. This is their version of thin girls in strappy clothes. The girl in the petticoat talks to me, as Emma has done on occsasion, in a rather grand style, as if she is a 'lady' of some substance and I a visiting guest. Do they chat much about clothes? I ask Emma in the car. She shakes her head. So, does sh.. | anorexia-nervosa anorexic fashion-magazine mental-illness reality | Carol Lee | |
| dfaed6e | The reasons for Emma's illness and for her decision to allow life in, rather than die, are intertwined and involve the beginnings of her feelings of belonging, of safety and of competence to be in the world. | eating-disorder eating-disorder-causes eating-disorder-recovery mental-illness | Carol Lee | |
| 0b288bc | Emma cites the structure of the [Eating Disorder] Unit as being important to her decision to disengage from her illness, and the fact that she felt safe in it, and cared for. 'It was the first time I'd been in an environment where I felt comfortabe with all the people around me. I felt "I can be here and I can talk to anybody" and that was something that had been missing from my life'." | anorexia-recovery bulimia bulimia-recovery eating-disorder eating-disorder-causes feeling-safe mental-hospital psychiatric-hospitals psychiatric-unit | Carol Lee | |
| 639f7f7 | During the early 1980s, the overall black unemployment rate stood at 15.5 percent--"an all time high" since the Great Depression--while unemployment among African American youth was a staggering 45.7 percent. At this point Reagan chose to slash the training, employment, and labor services budget by 70 percent--a cut of $3.805 billion.90 The only " 'urban' program that survived the cuts was federal aid for highways--which primarily benefited.. | Carol Anderson | ||
| a0f4ea7 | short | Carol Lee | ||
| 2d1102f | I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom. | Carol Lee | ||
| 02e6261 | a tragic roster of activists and innocents had died for the crime of being black or supporting blacks in their state. There was Willie Edwards Jr., the truck driver forced off a bridge to his death by four Klansmen in Montgomery. There was William Lewis Moore, the man from Baltimore shot and killed in Attalla while trying to walk a letter denouncing segregation 385 miles to the governor of Mississippi. There were four young girls, Addie Mae.. | Casey Cep | ||
| a1fe5e7 | Stoical' is the best word to describe her reaction to these compliments, Emma putting up with them as of they were one of my unfortunate foibles. | compliment stoic stoicism | Carol Lee | |
| b869dc5 | Every day leaflets fall from the sky, Japanese planes whirring overhead and letting loose propaganda, all over the colony, telling the Chinese and the Indians not to fight, to join with the Japanese in a "Greater Far Eastern Co-Prosperity Sphere." They've been collecting them as they fall on the ground, stacking them in piles, and Trudy wakes up on Christmas Day and declares a project, to make wallpaper out of them. In their dressing gowns,.. | Janice Y.K. Lee | ||
| c42109e | I haven't even checked to see if my Heart-2-Heart pal wrote back." Madison plucked at the fuzzy strands of yarn on her pillow. "You should. I love this program! We can tell each other . It's so great!" "And this guy's name is Blue?" Piper's voice sounded doubtful. "I don't remember any kid at school named Blue. There was that one guy we called Green in our chem lab, remember? But I think we called him that because his last name Green and.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 484ff07 | I'm a little embarrassed it took some city-boy preacher to get a project like this going in our own town," Jack said. "We should've been on this. We start for Christmas right away. And then we get going on holiday baskets for next year in July. And, Hope, don't be throwing any of your old weenies in the basket." "You never know who's in the mood for a weenie," she said with a sparkle in her eye. "I would give anything to see the inside of t.. | Robyn Carr | ||
| 9b37b2b | All Mahdi movements serve the real Mahdi (pbuh) whether they like it or not. | Adnan Oktar | ||
| 33ad048 | The computer sounded across the room, signaling the arrival of another e-mail. "It's him!" Madison squeaked, spinning to look at her computer. "Listen, Piper, I can't talk now. Blue just wrote me a note." "Hold it! You're hanging up on your best friend just so you can read an e-mail from some random guy named Blue?" Piper huffed. "You don't really know anything about him. And he could be making all sorts of stuff up." "He's nice," Madison .. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 6907776 | Would you call me 'excessive'?" Madison asked Piper. "Not to your face," Piper replied." | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 8f31fc2 | As she cut across the parking lot, Madison was nearly mowed down by an ice blue BMW. Reed Rawlings was the madman behind the wheel. He screeched to a stop right in front of her. "Reed, are you trying to kill the competition?" she shouted. "Is that your strategy?" "Not a bad idea," Reed said, laughing as he rolled down his window. "Wish I'd thought of it." | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 6d7e4a6 | Madison had covered one side of the hall without success, and was just bending down to check the first locker on the other side, when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. "Looking for lunch money?" Jeremy asked. Madison's face turned beet red. She slowly turned to look at Jeremy, who was standing with his hands in his pockets, watching her. "Of course not," she said. "Lunch is over." "Then what are you looking for?" he asked, strolli.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 282fcb5 | Jeremy, wait!" she called, bending over to catch her breath. When Jeremy saw her, he picked up his pace and hurried toward the crosswalk. Madison threw her head back and moaned, "I can't keep up! Please stop." At the intersection, he had to stop to wait for the traffic light, and she stumbled off the curb and stood in front of him, clutching her side. "Please listen for one minute," she gasped. "I know that the Homecoming disaster wasn't yo.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| 8242a52 | I guess I'll begin by accepting your apology," Jeremy said slowly. "And offer my own apology in return." Madison laughed. "You apologize to me? Whatever for?" "Excuse me," a man interrupted from behind them. He and a woman were walking with their tenspeeds. "This is a crosswalk. If you want to talk, there are plenty of places to do it over there." He pointed back to the park, by the lake. They shared an embarrassed laugh. Then Jeremy led Ru.. | Jahnna N. Malcolm | ||
| d76607c | It took a lot to straighten your back like that, hold your head up, be the strength and not the victim. | Robyn Carr | ||
| 7d3c7ca | waterfront little shanties like this one had | Robyn Carr | ||
| bf6a3e8 | Major corporations in most instances do not seek capital. They form it themselves. | Adolf A. Berle |