Wolf Hollow by Lauren Wolk
But then a better thought occurred, and this was the one I carried away with me that day: If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?
But then a better thought occurred, and this was the one I carried away with me that day: If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?
“…Books can become worn and faded but never grow old. Miguel de Cervantes teaches that everyone, regardless of nobility or peasantry, is important. It’s a message of hope, and what is life without hope? Do you agree, Angelina?”
Angelina thought of all she wanted to accomplish in life. “Hope is everything,” she said.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie. ~ Stephen King
How many feelings can one heart hold?… Infinite, Luna thought. The way the universe is infinite. It is light and dark and endless motion; it is space and time, and space within space, and time within time. And she knew: there is no limit to what the heart can carry.
Nineteen years before she decided to die, Nora Seed sat in the warmth of the small library at Hazeldene School in the town of Bedford.
There was once a boy named Milo who didn’t know what to do with himself–not just sometimes, but always.
There is a right way to do things and a wrong way, if you’re going to run a hotel in a smugglers’ town.
Next time you’re afraid, honey, you just imagine one of these heroes standing guard at your bedroom door. I know that angels are real, child. I’ve felt their presence in my life.
To love the journey is to accept no such end. I have found, through painful experience, that the most important step a person can take is always the next one.
They all yelled in excitement. Tamara yelled because she was happy. Aaron yelled because he liked it when other people were happy, and Call yelled because he was sure they were going to die.