Quotes by Lois Lowry

Things could change, Gabe, Jonas went on. Things could be different. I dont know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents, he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. And everybody would have the memories.You know the memories, he whispered, turning toward the crib.Garbriels breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn.Gabe?The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.There could be love, Jonas whispered.

Gabe?The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. There could be love, Jonas whispered.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.

Honor, he said firmly. I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.

Memory is the happiness of being alone.

Thats all that brave means - not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do.

It was my journey and i had to do it without help. I had to find my own strengths, face my own fears.

Its hard to give up the being together with someone.

...Thats why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what we had learned and carried from the old.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. Its the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.

Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

Go, he said. This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love.

But theres a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.

...you can pretend that bad things will never happen. But lifes a lot easier if you realize and admit that sometimes they do.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

Were so accustomed to laughing. Its harder for us when the time comes that we cant laugh.

Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldnt possibly happen.