It's unbecoming, she agreed. A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.
It seems there is no shortage of regret among the young -- but then, they are young, they make mistakes. They have time to correct them and the courage to admit their failings aloud.
Is this the main thing that painters of portraits care about? The person on the verge of becoming someone else?
Is there a relative value of beauty? Is evanescence - fleetingness - a necessary element of the thing that most moves us? A shooting star dazzles more than the sun. A child captivates like an elf, but...
I would leave me were I him. I would leave myself if I could.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose.I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
I have so few choices, really, if I can’t get myself back home. Maybe that’s what growing up means, in the end—you go out far enough in the direction of—somewhere—and you realize that you’ve neutered...
I am alive. But I'm not that girl. I'm a woman grown from a life broken in the middle.
How easily Neverland is corrupted into the deserted island of . How quickly Tinkerbell regresses to being one of the flies pestering the gouged eye sockets of the pig that the lost boys butcher.
How children love the broken thing! And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
History crawls along on the peg legs of small individual lives, said Frex, and at the same time larger eternal forces converge. You can’t attend to both arenas at once. Our child may not have a small...
Her sister's shoes. They sparkeled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkeled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood and thorny stars.
He lingered at the door, and said, 'The Lion wants courage, the Tin Man a heart, and the Scarecrow brains. Dorothy wants to go home. What do you want?'...She couldn't say not to Liir. She started to...
Forgive us our trespasses, says Margarethe, and get out of our way.
Every child makes its peace with abandonment. That's called growing up.
Eu nunca uso as palavras humanista ou humanitário, pois me parece que ser humano significa ser capaz dos crimes mais hediondos da natureza.
Children surrender nothing when faced with the world: it is the world that gives up, over and over again. By so giving up, of course, it renews itself—that is the secret. Dying in order to live, that...
By so giving up, of course, it renews itself- that is the secret
But men don’t dry up, Melena objected; they can father to the death. Ah, we’re slow learners, Nanny countered. But they can’t learn at all.
But I must pay attention now, she thinks, because what other choice is there? Maybe when I die my soul will fly to meet God, but when that time comes I won't have the use of clever hands, nor the burd...