It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating what you’re leaving.
I laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I'm thinking.
He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.
He turned his head toward the voice and looked into the half-closed eyes of a boy who seemed not much older than himself. Dirt streaked the boy's face and his matted blond hair. He lay sprawled, his g...
He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself...
He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.
A stage adaptation of The Giver has been performed in cities and towns across the USA for years. More recently an opera has been composed and performed. And soon there will be a film. Does The Giver h...
–Enorgullécete de tu dolor –le decía siempre su madre–. Eres más fuerte que aquellos que no sienten ninguno.
¿Tú insinuabas, Jonás, que quizá no era valiente? Yo no sé qué es la valentía: qué es, qué significa. Lo que sé es que yo estaba aquí paralizado por el horror, deshecho de no poder hacer nada. Y oí qu...
When would he ever learn to stop saying Look to a man who had no eyes?
What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?
What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong? Or what if, he went on, almost laughing at the absurdity, they chose their own jobs? Frightening, isn’t it? The Giver said. Jonas c...
The God of Thunder has
Sometimes we have to hurt people, in order to keep ourselves whole. We must just do it with love, that's all.
Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.
No butter,
It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things.
It was so - oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!
If everything's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!
Honor,' he said firmly. 'I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.