Misery is like an animal, it needs food to survive – so starve it.
Getting into things is much easier than getting out of them, but I guess that’s life for you.
I’ll be right back,” Bolt said. “I’ve got some monkey business to take care of!” His brothers and sister groaned. “Annnnnd you lost me,” Blaze said. “Less is more,” Morph said.
Why are you all looking at me like I want to take my pet rock for a walk?” Conner asked.
Everyone comes out in their own time,” Xanthous said. “We’ve just got to stay patient and positive, and keep letting them know we’ll be here when they’re ready.
Books in your bedroom are like mice in the garden – there’s never just one.
The first cut is always the deepest, but not every cut leaves a scar,” she said.
Explorers are quick to claim the places they find, but they don’t.
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I had to lose it to realize just how valuable it is.
The world knows and loves me for a quality I used to hide and hate myself for,” she said. “And even though I know I have nothing to fear or be ashamed of, deep down, I’m still carrying that fear and shame with me. Somewhere along the line, I got so busy changing the world I forgot to change myself with it. And now I think those old feelings are starting to play tricks on me.
You could devote years to doing everything you just said and ‘still’ disappoint people the second you put yourself first. You can’t manage your brother’s happiness any more than I can manage yours. The truth is you’re only responsible for one person and that’s yourself – believe me, I’ve learned that lesson the hard way.
Even if we end up as just friends, I can’t imagine anything worse than not having you in my life. So, I’ll always be here for you, for whatever you need, whenever you need it. It’s as simple as that.
Hatred is a choice. Violence is a choice. But someone’s existence is never a choice, or a fault, and it’s certainly not a crime.
A memory is nice for people with good memories, but amnesia can be quite comforting to others.
Leave?” their grandmother said, and she made a funny face at them. “Who said anything about leaving?” “Aren’t you dying?” Conner asked her softly. “Isn’t that why you wouldn’t get out of bed?” The Fairy Godmother put her hands on her grandchildren’s faces. “Yes, children, I am dying,” she said. “But what the other fairies didn’t explain is that a fairy never really dies. When a fairy’s time is up, his or her soul simply returns to magic.
What did you learn?!
With one slip of the tongue, he could emotionally scar a generation of young people for the rest of their lives and trigger a wave of resentment for the rest of his.
Conner gave Alex a dirty look.
You can restore all the bottled youth, beauty, and stamina to their rightful owners”, the frog man explained. “It won’t change how you look, but it will change how you look at yourself. From then on, every time you pass a mirror and see your reflection, you won’t see a hideous monster; you’ll see a woman who chose to help others instead of helping herself. And anyone who looks into a mirror and sees Who they are, over What they are – well, it’s impossible to curse someone like that.
The trust ‘is’ our there.” Diane corrected him. “But who wants the truth when they have something ‘better’ ti believe in? And with the world in the shape that’s in, who could blame them?