Lois Lowry Quotes

When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.

Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn't possibly happen.

Memory is the happiness of being alone.

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

...you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But life's a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.

You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.

It was because someone who was a real friend was having the exact same feelings I was having, about something that was more important to me than anything else. I bet there are people who go through a whole life and never experience that.

Gabe?"The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered.

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.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

Looking back together, telling our stories to one another, we learn how to be on our own.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

Maybe someday, if I succeed at something, I'll stop saying, "It isn't fair" about everything else.