You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die. Elizabeth Wein More Quotes by Elizabeth Wein More Quotes From Elizabeth Wein There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will Elizabeth Wein free-willgloryrooms But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb. Elizabeth Wein brokenroselying It's like being in love, discovering your best friend. Elizabeth Wein your-best-friendbeing-in-lovelove But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth. Elizabeth Wein telling-liesironiclying It's impossible to stall a Lizzie. Elizabeth Wein impossible But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up. Elizabeth Wein peoplemovingneeds He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all. Elizabeth Wein strongreadinghome Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution. Elizabeth Wein executiondebatemasters I think as readers we put ourselves in the protagonist's place because we want to be like that person. That's why sometimes we don't like protagonists who aren't all that nice; we want to relate to the protagonist. Elizabeth Wein nicesometimesthinking If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot. Elizabeth Wein compassionliarslittles How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us. Elizabeth Wein motherhomemorning Please come back soon. The window is always open. Elizabeth Wein pleasewindow Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos. Elizabeth Wein balloonselephantsghost Careless talk costs lives. Elizabeth Wein carelesscost Kiss me, Hardy!’ Weren’t those Nelson’s last words at the Battle of Trafalgar? Don’t cry. We’re still alive and we make a sensational team. Elizabeth Wein kissingteambattle It's an illusion I've noticed before-- words on a page are like oxygen to a petrol engine, firing up ghosts. It only lasts while the words are in your head. After you put down the paper or pen, the pistons fall lifeless again. Elizabeth Wein oxygenpaperfall It is so hard trying to say what you mean. Elizabeth Wein hardtryingmean Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it? Elizabeth Wein treacherous God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something. Elizabeth Wein acrobaticsbrainbelieve There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others. Elizabeth Wein wonderlandwallstyle
