I tried.Can’t do it.Brain’s empty.

love walk two moons

I don’t want tobecause boysdon’t write poetry.Girls do.

Then I thought, boy, isn’t that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.

So much dependsupona blue carsplattered with mudspeeding down the road.

Lizzie said that if you imagined you were standing on the moon, looking down on the earth, you wouldn’t be able to see the itty-bitty people racing around worrying you wouldn’t see the barn falling...

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

how can you love a little catso muchin such ashortshorttime?

It seems to me that we can’t explain all the truly awful things in the world like war and murder and brain tumors, and we can’t fix these things, so we look at the frightening...

But I thought about all the things that had to have spun into place in order for us to be alive and for us to be right there, right then. I thought about the few...

A person isn’t a bird. You can’t cage a person.

If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or...

I wondered If things that might seem frightening could lose their hold over you. I wondered If we find the people we need when we need them. I wondered If we attract our future by...

What’s important is the ambition that results from our weakness.

It is a relief to discover that although there might be axe murderers and kidnappers in the world, most people seem a lot like us: sometimes afraid and sometimes brave, sometimes cruel and sometimes kind.

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

I can pray if I want to. Then be quiet about it.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

You can’t keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can’t help you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain...

I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and...