She’d learned a few things in the last turbulent year about dealing with preteen girls. While they were virtual roller coasters of emotion, you needed to be calm, always.
My childhood, I thought naively, was mine alone, those memories painted in vibrant oil strokes on the canvas of my years.
His mouth fit hers perfectly, just as it had so many years ago. It started out soft and gentle, that first kiss after so many lost and lonely years. She clung to him, kissing him with everything in her, as if she could draw that essential spark of him into her very soul, as if she could have some piece of him to take away from this magical ride. The.
It wasn’t the fear that mattered in life. It was the choices made when you were afraid. You were brave because of your fear, not in spite of it.
Courage is fear you ignore.
Love is what remains when everything else is gone.
Books had always been her solace; novels gave her the space to be bold, brave, beautiful, if only in her own imagination.
Don’t worry about dying, Elsa. Worry about not living. Be brave.” – Grandpa Wolcott.
As we know, there are lessons to be learned from history. Hope to be derived from hardships faced before. We’ve gone through bad times before and survived, even thrived. History has shown us the strength and durability of the human spirit, In the end, it is our idealism and our courage and our commitment to one another – what we have in common – that will save us.
I say folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.
You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. Not by words or anger or actions or time. I love you. I will always love you.
You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. You taught me love. You, first in the whole world, and my love for you will outlive me.
Elsa knew that a library card – a thing they’d taken for granted all of their lives – meant there was still a future.
There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked.
I am in awe of her fire. Even if I’m the one she sets on fire.
Apparently you couldn’t stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.
Although she hadn’t seen her parents for years, it turned out that a parent’s disapproval was a powerful, lingering voice that shaped and defined one’s self-image.
The four winds have blown us here, people from all across the country, to the very end of this great land. And now, at last, we make our stand, fight for what we know to be right. We fight for our American dream, that it will be possible again.
Jean reached over for Elsa’s hand and held it. Elsa hadn’t known until right then how much difference a friend could make. How one person could lift your spirit just enough to keep you upright.
Passion is a thunderstorm, there and gone. It nourishes, si, but it drowns, too.