The Forgotten Sisters

Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.

The point of education is to learn other ways too. Don't just assume that all you know is right. Learn more and then chose.

Reading a book is like going on a great journey. You don't know what'll happen, but something is bound to change. And for me, that change has always been good.

15. “Master Filippus believes that three disciplines define us as humans,” Miri said while they walked to the peat pits. “History, Philosophy, and Poetry. History is human memory, the examination of what came before us. Philosophy is human reason, or an attempt to make sense of what is. Poetry is human imagination, seeking to express what is, even while dreaming of what might be. History, Philosophy, and Poetry—that’s what sets humans apart from animals.

Courage is not fearlessness.

Think of learning as storing up supplies you may need for a harsh winter.

A castle of defense, a bastion of might A fort where the wise teach the young to fight An armory of weapons, sharp as hooks Are wrapped in leather and shelved as books

The point of education is to learn other ways too. Don’t just assume that all you know is right. Learn more and then choose.

The god of creation broke me from stone The mountain's the only ma I've known My pa is the blue sky sheltering me So stone I am and stone I'll be

She found half of a sea biscuit and offered it to Sus. The young girl held it between two fingers and licked a corner. “It tastes like dirt.” “And how would you know?” Felissa said, putting her fists on her hips. “You eat dirt often, do you? Snacking on mud pies when our backs are turned?” “It tastes how dirt smells,” Sus said.

Besides, Pa is healthy as a horse. He’ll live for years.” The king coughed. “They’re speculating about my death now?

After a tap at the door, Peder wobbled in wearing one of Britta’s fancy pink silk gowns. He could only get the sleeves up his forearms, and his chest was too broad to button up the back. He’d wrapped his head in a lace scarf and was holding a fan shyly in front of his face. “I’m ready,” he said.

Have you ever seen a girl in red? Yes, I’ve seen a girl in red With long black curls upon her head? High lo, there she goes now Have you ever seen so swift a sail? Yes, I’ve seen so swift a sail With a mermaid carved upon her bow? High lo, there she goes now

A lost word of letters Is no loss if not found A lost letter of words Is a loss most profound

Meat on the spit, and don’t you know Your lips are sweet, your voice is low Meat on the spit, and don’t you know I’d swim a sea to be your beau But meat’s on the spit and don’t I know It’s salted quick, cooked tender slow Love in your eyes gives me a thirst But the meat’s ready so I’ll eat first

Ho hum, the moon is a plum The sun is an iron kettle The stars on their spits drip juicy bits To sizzle on black sky metal

Night drops into the soul Like a stone in water And wind hides the ripple Of the hole, of the hole The heart bears the slaughter The dry lungs tipple The breath unrolls like a scroll

The water slips, the water blinks The water tips its tail The water dips, the water sinks The water shows its scales What water unhinges its jaws? The most dangerous kind that was

Gray for sparrow, red for ant Green for the sapling of the deep water plant Black for spider, orange for moth Brown for the coverings cut from cloth

Salty sea and bunnies three, nothing like a honey tea, so fitter fatter, it don’t matter, mind the chatter, scatter me.

They were not pursuing the bandits. Miri felt so relieved she began to cry behind closed eyes. “She’s weeping from fright,” Miri heard someone whisper. “Poor delicate creature.

A honey bee, a funny flea, a pitter patter sunny sea A breezy snow, a wheezy crow, a bitter batter easy dough A teary hymn, a weary limb, a titter tatter cheery swim A cozy yawn, a nosy fawn, a chitter chatter rosy dawn

The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse