“Take pride in your pain; you are stronger than those who have none”
“Be proud of your pain, for you are stronger than those with none.”
“Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.”
“Take pride in your pain," her mother had always told her. "You are stronger than those who have none.”
“We're the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different.”
“He gestured toward her twisted leg. "Like you. Some don't walk good. Some be broken in other ways. Not all. But lots. Do you think it maken them quiet and nice, to be broken?”
“It's not true. I need all of you. We need each other.”
“To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.”
“You will fail. Then they will kill you." - Vandara to Kira, following Kira's trial.”
“But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and the shapes told a story of a name.”
“always busy because of interesting books”
“The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live.”
“It was terrifying, almost unbelievable, the casualness of the cruelty.”
“When you care about someone and give them something special. Something that they treasire. That's a gift.”
“But to use the knowledge of the threading, you must learn the making of the shades. When to sadden with the iron pot. How to bloom the colors. How to bleed.”
“Thomas," she suggested, "you and I? We're the ones who will fill in the blank places. Maybe we can make it different.”
“She felt a small shudder of fear. Fear was always a part of life for the people. Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting. There was fear of cold, of sickness and hunger. There was fear of beasts.”
“Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.”
“Suddenly Kira knew that although her door was unlocked, she was not really free.”
“I brug you two [gifts] . . . I gots the little here in my pockie.' He dug one hand deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of nuts and a dead grasshopper. 'Nope. Be the other side.' (Matt)”
“The guardians with their stern faces had no creative power. But they had strength and cunning, and they had found a way to steal and harness other people's powers for their own needs. They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.”
“Kira closed her eyes, thought, and said them aloud. "Madder for red. Bedstraw for red too, just the roots. Tops of tansy for yellow, and greenwood for yellow too. And yarrow: yellow and gold. Dark hollyhocks, just the petals, for mauve...."
"Broom sedge," she added, still remembering. "Goldy yellows and browns. And Saint Johnswort for browns too, but it'll stain my hands.
"And bronze fennel--leaves and flowers; use them fresh--and you can eat it too. Chamomile for tea and for green hues.”
“Take your pride in your pain. You are stronger than those who have none.”
“All of it was ashes now: the smooth wood, the soft edges, the memory of his hands.”
“–Enorgullécete de tu dolor –le decía siempre su madre–. Eres más fuerte que aquellos que no sienten ninguno.”
“We're the ones who fill in the blank spaces. Maybe we can make it different.”
“Elderberry,” the old woman told her.”
“When you stand out there," John continues in a hoarse voice, "keep your chin up, all right? Don't let them get to you."
"I won't."
"Make them work for it. Punch someone if you have to." John gives me a sad, crooked smile. "You're a scary kid. So scare them. Okay? All the way until the end."
For the first time in a long time, I feel like a little brother. I have to swallow hard to keep my eyes dry. "Okay," I whisper.”
“Down vith children! Do them in!
Boil their bones and fry their skin!
Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them!
Brrreak them, shake them, slash them, smash them!
Offer chocs vith magic powder!
Say “Eat up!” then say it louder.
Crrram them full of sticky eats,
Send them home still guzzling sveets.
And in the morning little fools
Go marching off to separate schools.
A girl feels sick and goes all pale.
She yells, “Hey look! I've grrrown a tail!”
A boy who's standing next to her
Screams, “Help! I think I'm grrrowing fur!”
Another shouts, “Vee look like frrreaks!
There's viskers growing on our cheeks!”
A boy who vos extremely tall
Cries out, “Vot's wrong? I'm grrrowing small!”
Four tiny legs begin to sprrrout
From everybody rrround about.
And all at vunce, all in a trrrice,
There are no children! Only MICE!”
“There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.”
“Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.”
“There was a loud scraping noise as five chairs slid backward. The men rose as a unit. And started coming for her. She looked to the faces of the two she knew, but their grave expressions weren't encouraging. And then the knives came out. With a metallic whoosh, five black daggers were unsheathed. She backed up frantically, hands in front of herself. She slammed into a wall and was about to scream for Wrath when the men dropped down on bended knees in a circle around her. In a single movement, as if they'd been choreographed, they buried the daggers into the floor at her feet and bowed their heads. The great whoomp of sound as steel met wood seemed both a pledge and a battle cry. The handles of the knives vibrated. The rap music continued to pound. They seemed to be waiting for some kind of response from her.
"Umm. Thank you," she said.
The men's heads lifted. Etched into the harsh planes of their faces was total reverence. Even the scarred one had a respectful expression. And then Wrath came in with a squeeze bottle of Hershey's syrup.
"Bacon's on the way." He smiled. "Hey, they like you."
"And thank God for that," she murmured, looking down at the daggers.”
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