L. Frank Baum
Never give up…No one knows what’s going to happen next. ― L. Frank Baum
Category: Childrens
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams… ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. Published by Reynal & Hitchcock (U.S.), Gallimard (France),1943 (U.S.: English & French), (France, French, 1945).
L.M. Montgomery
I couldn’t live where there were no trees — something vital in me would starve. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams. (Bantam Books; Spl Col edition September 1992) Originally published 1919.
Lemony Snicket
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. — Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 10). (HarperCollins September 23, 2003)
C.S. Lewis
Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy. ― C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle. (The Bodley Head 4 September 1956)
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
You – you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night…You – only you – will… Continue reading Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
L.M. Montgomery
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the… Continue reading L.M. Montgomery
C.S. Lewis
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world. — C.S. Lewis
Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it… Continue reading Dylan Thomas
Theodor Seuss Geisel
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What… Continue reading Theodor Seuss Geisel
The Vale of Soul-Making 