Dear God, thank you for warm summer nights and candlelight and good food. But thank you most of all for friends. We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we app...
But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, I forgive you, Pa! And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from...
But in truth,' said Bull, 'we are going nowhere. That my friend, is the irony of our constant movement.
Below him, the lamplighter was lighting the lamps that lined the wide avenue.
Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?
Bagaimana cerita bisa berakhir bahagia kalau tidak ada cinta?
At the concession stand, Leroy Ninker said, Thank you very much! He said, Extra butter on that? He also said, Yippie-i-oh. Leroy Ninker said Yippie-i-oh because Leroy Ninker had a dream. He wanted to...
And now you have a small map of the princess's heart (hatred, sorrow, kindness, empathy), the heart that she carried down inside her as she went down the golden stairs and through the kitchen and, fin...
And he marveled, too, at how different he felt inside, how much lighter, as if he had set something heavy down and walked away from it, without bothering to look back.
And I have some poetry that I would like to recite to you in honor of the recent, um, transformations in your life. Tootie put a hand on her chest. This is Rilke, she said. ‘You, sent out beyond your...
You never know what's going to happen next. It keeps you on your toes. That's what Granny says. And it's important to be on your toes because you just never know what might happen next in this world.
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...
You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.
You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together.
Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone?(p. 139)
There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.
There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.
There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such wa...
READER, you
Once, oh marvelous once, there was a rabbit who found his way home.