Lois Lowry Quotes

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

But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

Memory is the happiness of being alone.

Go, " he said. "This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love.

Cooking's a bother.

It was harder for the ones who were waiting, Annemarie knew. Less danger, perhaps, but more fear.

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

It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader's, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and fire; and nails being pounded into the tender flesh of a man's hands. Painters had preserved such pain through beauty.

...That's why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what we had learned and carried from the old.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

Dying is a very solitary thing. The only thing we can do it be there when she wants us there.

When people have the freedom to choose, they choose wrong, every single time.

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

We're the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different.

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.