The Willoughby parents frequently forgot that they had children and became quite irritable when they were reminded of it.
Take pride in your pain, her mother had always told her. You are stronger than those who have none.
She was the only doctor's wife in Branford, Maine, who hung her wash on an outdoor clothesline instead of putting it through a dryer, because she liked to look out the window and see the clothes blowi...
She turned her eyes away quickly so that she would not learn it, would not be guilty of something clearly forbidden to her. But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and t...
She had seen the cindered fragments of her childhood life whirl into the sky as well.
Put your hands on me, he directed, aware that in such anguish The Giver might need reminding. The hands came, and the pain came with them and through them.
Precision of language, Jonah.
Outside, she knew, the sky was speckled with stars. How could anyone number them one by one, as the psalm said? There were too many. The sky was too big.
Only the moon was familiar
Once, back in the time of the memories, everything had a shape and size, the way things still do, but they also had a quality called COLOR.
No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But...
My best friend—her name was Helena—lived in that house. Sometimes I used to spend the night with her. But more often she came to my house, on weekends. It was more fun to be in the country.
Maybe it is something that artists have, she said, liking the sound of the word she had just learned. A special kind of magic knowledge.
Matty had felt this sensation—the
Mama was out shopping with Kirsti, Annemarie and Ellen were sprawled on the living room floor playing with paper dolls. They had cut the dolls from Mama’s magazines, old ones she had saved from past y...
Jonas did not want to go back. He didn't want the memories, didn't want the honor, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games. He sat...
It was a long time ago.Though it seems, sometimes, that most things that matter happened a long time ago, that is not really true. What is true is this: bu the time you realize how much something matt...
It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together. I
It is much easier to be brave if you don't know everything.
I feel a little sorry for him, Jonas said, even though I don’t even know him. I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.