All the world loves a good loser.
It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
We teach our children one thing only, as we were taught: to wake up. We teach our children to look alive there, to join by words and activities the life of human culture on the planet
Just once I wanted a task that required all the joy I had. Day after day I had noticed that if I waited long enough, my strong unexpressed joy would dwindle and dissipate inside me, like a fire subsiding. . . . Just this once I wanted to let it rip.
What do I make of all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down? The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek.
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
Johnston's books are beautifully written and among the funniest I have ever read.
I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.
Hold fast to the best of the past and move fast to the best of the future.
I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!