Quotes from Private Peaceful

“Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“We're much alike, bee, you and me," I said. "You may carry your pack underneath you and your rifle may stick out of your bottom. But you and me, bee, are much alike.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“I must survive. I have promises to keep.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“There's a mouse in here with me. He's sitting there in the light of the lamp, looking up at me. He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. There he goes. I can hear him still, scurrying about somewhere under the hayrick. I think he's gone now. I hope he comes back. I miss him already.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“Tonight, I want very much to believe that there’s a heaven, that death is not a full stop, and that we will all see one another again.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“It's no good wishing for the impossible. Don't wish. Remember. Remembrances are real.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“I could believe only in the hell I was living in, a hell on earth, and it was man-made, not God-made.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“I tried to smile back, but no smile came, only tears.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“After this night is over, then you can drift away, they you can sleep for ever, for nothing will ever matter again.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“But I didn’t dare. That has always been my trouble. I’ve never dared enough.”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“There were several recently dug graves in the churchyard, but I found only one that was freshly dug and covered with fresh flowers. I had known Anna only from a few laughing words, from the light in her eyes, a touch of hands and a fleeting kiss, but I felt an ache inside me such as I had not felt since I was a child, since my father’s death. I looked up at the church steeple, a dark arrow pointing at the moon and beyond, and tried with all my heart and mind to believe she was up there somewhere in that vast expanse of infinity, up there in Sunday-school Heaven, in Big Joe’s happy Heaven. I couldn’t bring myself to think it. I knew she was lying in the cold earth at my feet. I knelt down and kissed the earth, then left her there. The moon sailed above me, following behind me, through the trees, lighting my way back to camp. By the time I got there I had no more tears left to cry. The”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

“was at playtime. Big Joe came up to school to see Charlie and me. He just stood and watched us from outside the school gate. He did that often when Charlie and I first went off to school together — I think he was finding it lonely at home without us. I ran over to him. He was breathless, bright-eyed with excitement. He had something to show me. He opened his cupped hands just enough for me to be able to see. There was a slowworm curled up inside. I knew where he’d got it from — the churchyard, his favorite hunting ground. Whenever we went up to put flowers on Father’s grave, Big Joe would go off on his own, hunting for more creatures to add to his collection; that’s when he wasn’t just standing there gazing up at the tower and singing Oranges and Lemons at the top of his voice and watching the swifts screaming around the church tower. Nothing seemed to make him happier than that. I knew Big Joe would put his slowworm in with all his other creatures. He kept them in boxes at the back of the woodshed at home — lizards, hedgehogs, all sorts. I stroked his slowworm with my finger, and said it was lovely, which it was. Then he wandered off, walking down the lane humming his Oranges and Lemons”
― Michael Morpurgo, quote from Private Peaceful

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