Lois Lowry Quotes

A teenage girl wrote that she had been considering suicide until she read The Giver.

Age is a meaningless commodity in most instances.

Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.

Always better, less rude, to talk about things that were the same.

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon...

And apples were always, always red.

And he could see as well that they had not yet approached the worst of it.

And they are beginning to realize that the world they live in is a place where the right thing is often hard, sometimes dangerous, and frequently unpopular.

Annemarie’s silvery blond hair flew behind her,

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Boy, said Anastasia, you know what I wish? I wish that everybody who loved each other would die at exactly the same time. Then nobody would ever have to miss anyone.Well, said her father slowly, it ju...

But how did you know? How did you know the pilot was lost? I didn’t. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past—terrible times—when people had destroyed others i...

But somehow the small red-painted sled had become a symbol of courage and hope.

But why can't everyone have the memories? I think it would seem a little easier if the memories were shared. You and I wouldn't have to bear so much by ourselves, if everybody took a part.The Giver si...

Do you love me?There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then Father gave a little chuckle. Jonas. You, of all people. Precision of language, please!What do you mean? Jonas asked. Amusement was not a...

Evil can do anything, for a price.

For Kirsti, the soldiers were simply part of the landscape, something

Frequently the new ones were damaged. They hobbled on canes or were ill. Sometimes they were disfigured by wounds or simply because they had been born that way. Some were orphans. All of them were wel...

From across the room, Mama watched them,

Gabriel had been bathed and was lying, for the moment, hugging his hippo placidly in the small crib that had replaced the basket