I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.
She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound
Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.
If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.
The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.
Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?
We know it's all just daydreaming. In all likelihood, no one in this forest'll ever get a javelin, and I'll never see my mother's kingdom again, let alone be hailed by crowds as the jewel of Kildenree. Maybe it's vain to wish for it. But sometimes, it'd be nice just to hold something real in your hands that felt like a measure of your worth. Right Finn?
Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.
Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like people, they talk every chance they get.
Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.
Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!
Its important to know stories. I felt the earth shift to make a place for you when you were born, and I came to tell you stories while you are young. And like me, you were born with a word on your tongue.
Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.
I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.
He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.
... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
I'm not hopeless, that's the problem. I'm too hopeful, if anything ... I'm so thick-headed it's taken me this long to give up on men, but I can't give up completely, you know? So I ... I channel all my hope into an idea, to someone who can't reject me because he isn't real!
And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.
Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn.
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre and adorable?" "Just like you." "With rings in your pockets and bells on your toes" "Ooh, I should really invest in some toes bells.
...Speaking of, I've been playing with the letters - Lovers In a Very Enlightened Regard." "LIVER. Good one." "Also, how about Life Invasion Via Exceptional Respect?" "Life Invasion. Like it." "Or Lovelike Intensity Via Emotional Rapport." "Doesn't that spell OLIVER?
I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna
Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?
A heart is a heart in a child or a man.
Make haste” Jane added, just because she always wanted to say that.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: