He may not have been born with guts, but he did not have to die without them.
But I had never caused my parents 'a minute's worry'. Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was something?
Bridge to Terabithia takes us by the hand and leads us into a room that we have never entered before. After we read this story, we cannot unknow what we now know. We are devastated, emotionally rent....
Hope ... is not a feeling it is something you do.
She wasn't scared of going deep, deep down in a world of no air and little light
—Qué va. —Hablaba en serio. Jess lo supo por su mirada—. Toda esa historia de Jesús es realmente interesante, ¿no te parece?—¿Qué quieres decir?—Toda aquella gente que quiso matarle sin que él les hub...
A dream without a plan is just a wish
The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.
Sitting in cold wet britches for an hour was no fun even in a magic kingdom.
She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it but too late to go back, she had left him stranded there--like an a...
Self-censorship can be very damaging to a story. When our chief goal is not to offend someone, we are not likely to write a book that will deeply affect someone.
Mother put it like this: Besides taking out my misplaced appendix, he put all my other insides just where they should have been.
It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength.
Handle with care - everything - even the predators.
Corría como si para ella fuera algo natural. Recordó el vuelo de los patos salvajes en otoño. Igual de fluido y uniforme. Le vino a la cabeza la palabra «hermosa» pero la rechazó y apresuró el paso ha...
Allí, en su lugar secreto, sus sentimientos hervían dentro de él como un guisado en la lumbre; algunos eran tristes por su soledad, pero también había rastros de felicidad. Poder ser su único amigo en...
The name we give to something shapes our attitude toward it.
You have to believe it and you hate it. I don't have to and I think it's beautiful.
The infamous Rape of Nanking that occurred not long afterward, just 102 miles farther north, tells a story of what might have happened at my childhood home were it not for that commander.
Parents were what they were; it was not up to you to try to puzzle them out.