The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause. Gary D. Schmidt More Quotes by Gary D. Schmidt More Quotes From Gary D. Schmidt OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything. Gary D. Schmidt library reading book Okay, so maybe sometimes the real world is smiles and miracles. Gary D. Schmidt miracle real world We were both chumps. But you know what? It's not so bad when you're chumps together. Gary D. Schmidt chumps together knows Learn everything you can - everything. And then use all that you have learned to grow up too be a wise and good man. Gary D. Schmidt growing-up wise men If Romeo had never met Juliet, maybe they both would have still been alive, but what they would have been alive for is the question Shakespeare wants us to answer. Gary D. Schmidt alive answers want The world turns and the world spins, the tide runs in and the tide runs out, and there is nothing in the world more beautiful and more wonderful in all its evolved forms than two souls who look at each other straight on. And there is nothing more woeful and soul-saddening than when they are parted...everyting in the world rejoices in the touch, and everything in the world laments in the losing. Gary D. Schmidt running beautiful two I know. That sounds like a lie. But Presbyterians know that every so often a lie isn't all that bad, and I figured that this was about the best place it could happen. Gary D. Schmidt best-place sound lying When gods die, they die hard. It's not like they fade away, or grow old, or fall asleep. They die in fire and pain, and when they come out of you, they leave your guts burned. It hurts more than anything you can talk about. And maybe worst of all is, you're not sure if there will ever be another god to fill their place. Or if you'd ever want another god to fill their place. You don't want the fire to go out inside you twice. Gary D. Schmidt pain hurt fall When a girl holds a rose up to you, you run better, let me tell you. Gary D. Schmidt girl rose running Lizzie Bright Griffin, do you ever wish the world would just go ahead and swallow you whole?" "Sometimes I do," she said, and then smiled. "but sometimes I figure I should just go ahead and swallow it. Gary D. Schmidt wish sometimes world The world is Trouble...and Grace. That is all there is. Gary D. Schmidt grace trouble world Maybe the first time that you know you really care about something is when you think about it not being there,and when you know-you really know-that the emptinessis as much as inside you as outside you.For it falls out,that what we have we prize not to the worth whiles we enjoy it;but being lacked and lost,why,then we rack the value,then we find the virtue that possesion would not show us while it was ours.That's when I knew for the first time that I really did love my sister. Gary D. Schmidt care fall thinking Maybe the Snowy Heron is going to come off pretty badly when the planes come together. Maybe. But he's still proud and beautiful. His head is high, and he's got this sharp beak that's facing out to the world.He's okay for now. Gary D. Schmidt together beautiful world ...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't fine you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here. Gary D. Schmidt heathers empty said She came over and looked at the picture. Then she took my hand. You know what that feels like? Like what the astronauts will feel when they step onto the moon for the very first time. Gary D. Schmidt moon hands firsts Creativity is a god who comes around only when he pleases, and it isn't very often. But when he does come around, he sits at my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants. Gary D. Schmidt creativity doe wings Mr. Powell raised an eyebrow. 'I'm a librarian,' he said. 'I always know what I'm talking about. Gary D. Schmidt librarian eyebrows talking Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still. Gary D. Schmidt vengeance taken sweet In English, we were still on the Introduction to Poetry Unit, and I'm not lying, if I ever meet Percy Bysshe Shelley walking down the streets of Marysville, I'm going to punch him right in the face. Gary D. Schmidt faces introduction lying Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together. Gary D. Schmidt cheer letting-go spring
