Coyote Sunrise Quotes

Sometimes trusting someone is about the scariest thing you can do. But you know what? It’s a lot less scary than being all alone.

Maybe we're all a little broken. Maybe we're all a little fragile. Maybe that's why we need each other so much.

I just wanted everyone to be happy...It's hard, though, when everyone carries around a heart inside them that is so loud and so strong and so easily broken.

Losing something can sure make you realize how much you loved it, even if you knew you loved it all along

Some things you just can't quite put into words, and not speaking them is the only and best way to say them.

Hope is a lot like parking lot cigarette butts—always there if you look hard enough.

And every book ever written is about love, really, whether it knows it or not. So, yeah, I know a thing or two about love.

But when someone's hurting, you gotta do something. Always kindness

There is so much happiness in the world. There is so much sadness in the world. There is so *much* in the world.

It's something to have someone who misses you when you're gone. And it's something to have someone who fights to get you back.

But, the truth does a lot more good most of the time if folks have the nerve to say it out loud, even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts, maybe.

And for the most part, human beings try to do the right thing, if they can see what that is.

Driving toward something is better than driving away from something.

There’s nothing like a good book for bringing folks together.

The best kind of goodbye is the kind where you don’t actually have to leave the person behind.

It's funny how sometimes when a face goes gentle, it ends up looking stronger somehow.

Maybe we’re all a little broken. Maybe we’re all a little fragile. Maybe that’s why we need each other so much.

Sometimes making friends is tough, and sometimes it's as simple as finding someone who loves books and kittens as much as you do.

The eggs are already broken, so we may as well enjoy the omelet.

I guess that's how regrets are...they're anchors, not balloons. And we were sunk

(W)herever your heart wants to go, go there and don't look back.

All you gave me is reasons why anybody might love her-heck why I might love her if I met her. You didn't say anything about why you love her.

But it's not the sandwich that matter Coyote. It's someone bringing you the sandwich.

Losing something can sure make you realize how much you loved it, even if you knew you loved it all along.

I guess sometimes life does seem like too much, especially during the big moments. But usually you can dig inside yourself and find what you need. You can find what you need to grow into those big moments and make 'em yours.

There’s a limit to how bad a school can be if it’s got a library. That’s just a fact.

But heck, if kittens and slushies aren't worth getting in trouble for, what in the world is?

It’s hard, though, when everyone carries around a heart inside them that is so loud and so strong and so easily broken.

That Ivan. The first time he ever used his voice, he used it to speak up for me. It’s something to have someone who misses you when you’re gone. And it’s something to have someone who fights to get you back.

And maybe, way down in the middle, it was really about finding. Finding ashes and finding books and finding friends and finding where you belong and finding clues and finding wings and finding a way and then, at the end, finding peace.

Was Tammy being selfish in asking Lester to give up music, or was Lester being selfish in picking music over Tammy? Was Rodeo being selfish in not wanting to take me back ... or was I being selfish in making him go back? Out of nowhere, tears came stinging into my eyes. I just wanted everyone to be happy. It's hard, though, when everyone carries around a heart inside them that is so loud and so strong and so easily broken.

The thing about white-hot anger, maybe, is that holding it in feels awful, but letting it all out feels even worse.

There’s nothing like a good book for bringing folks together. I jutted my chin at her book lying in the bushes.

I loved her so much in that moment I could barely breathe. It almost choked me, how much I loved her. All I was in that moment was loving her. I loved her. I loved her. I loved her. That's it. That's the whole memory. That memory doesn't have any words. It doesn't need them.

Shoot," I said. "What?" "I'm already breaking our deal." "Huh?" "I mean, I do feel sorry for you." "What for?" "For how bad I'm gonna beat you swimming across this river," I said, already snickering before I finished the sentence.

There are good wake-ups, like when you drift out of sleep slow and easy and wake up curled up all warm with your cat. There's waking up on Christmas and waking up on your birthday and waking up to the smell of bacon cooking. All good wake-ups.

There were big days and there were small days and there were bad and there were good days but I suppose I could pick any one of 'em for my "once upon a time". But if I'm gonna be truthful-and truthful is something I always aim to be-then there really is only one best place to start this story.

Okay, look,” I explained, pointing up at the front of the bus. “Look at Rodeo up there. There’s plenty of reasons anyone might love him if they could get past that greasy doormat he calls hair: He’s kind to everyone, he helps strangers, he’s a gold-medal listener. That’s all great stuff, right? But that’s different than why I love him.” Lester snorted. “Then why do you love him?” I thought for a moment. “I love Rodeo because if tomorrow I spit in his face and threw all his favorite books out the window and called him all the worst words I could think of, he wouldn’t love me one little bit less.” The bus rocked and swayed underneath us. I kept my eyes on Rodeo, on the back of his shaggy head bobbing to the music. “I love Rodeo because on the worst day of my life he held me and held me and held me and held me and didn’t let me go.” I tried to clear my throat but kinda failed,

To keep holding on, I had to let go. But I wasn’t really letting go. I was just … changing my grip. So I could hold on better.

And they lived happily ever after?” he asked. “Oh, who knows. But, whatever. You can’t start the next story ’til you finish the one before. And they were ready for the next story.

If the world is scary, that’s all the more reason for folks to come together.

Butte,

There is so much happiness in the world. There is so much sadness in the world. There is just so much in the world.

Memories swirled around me, as sweet and sad as a voice singing you to sleep at night.

Ivan,

knowing we were going there.

Gladys, like Val and Salvador and Lester and Esperanza and Concepción, was a great addition to our troupe.

... she seemed okay. And sometimes you gotta take okay, because it's way better than terrible and can sometimes turn into pretty darn great

My job wasn't to take care of him. Not anymore. My job was to take care of me.

And maybe, way down in the middle, it was really about finding. Finding ashes and finding books and finding friends and finding where you belong and finding clues and finding wings and finding a way and then, at the end, finding peace. Because we lose a lot, all of us, on our journeys. There’s no way around that. But we find a lot, too, if we’re lucky. And I was.

Now I was pretty good at playing Rodeo. I'd been doing it for years. But he was a tricky bird to play. You could say that learning to play Rodeo was like learning to play a guitar, if the guitar had thirteen strings instead of six and three of them were out of tune and two of them were yarn and one of them was wired to an electric fence. He's a handful, is what I'm saying.

But, at the same time, I kinda did. She wanted to be set free. My dad wanted to set her free. It had been a long time. And all that tight holding on I was doing? It didn’t actually feel all that good, really.

Yeah, probably.” She looked into my eyes a second longer, then pulled something out of her shirt pocket. It was a picture. A picture of a lady who looked an awful lot like Tammy. Friendly eyes. A big, warm smile. “That’s my sister,” Tammy said. Then she added, “Charlene,” and she added it soft. “She looks nice.” “She was.” I looked up at Tammy and she looked down at me and then she said, “Let’s get this ol’ girl back on the road.” I smiled big and she smiled

No use arguing with her,' he said. 'Trust me. Oh, and here's this.' He handed me the slushy over the seat. 'I took a sip, and I'm sorry.' 'It's okay,' I said. 'You can have all you want.' ' No I mean that I'm sorry I took a sip. It's disgusting.

I'm gonna go ahead a fast-forward the story a bit here. Because, basically some boring stuff happened and then some very exciting stuff happened, and I think it's best to just skip the crust and go straight to the peanut butter and jelly, if you know what I mean.

Out of nowhere, tears came stinging into my eyes. I just wanted everyone to be happy. Lester and Tammy and Salvador and his mom and his aunt and Val and me and Rodeo. It’s hard, though, when everyone carries around a heart inside them that is so loud and so strong and so easily broken.

watched Looney Toons, I was hoping to see a Tasmanian Devil. They are always so irrational and furious. Always makes me laugh. That and Wylie Coyote; optimism in the face of insurmountable odds.’ ‘Interesting,’ Kit said, ‘I know about your unusual taste in novelty pj’s, so you like irrational and furious plus optimism.

I tell you, something changed when that kitten and I looked at each other. Something big. Either something in the universe that had been sitting still for too long started moving again, or something that was moving finally felt still.

I love Rodeo because on the worst day of my life he held me and held me and held me and held me and didn't let me go.

That Ivan. The first time he ever used his voice, he used it to speak up for me.

Ava, I whispered, and Rose.

A hush fell over my whole self when I felt that trembling soul in my big clumsy hand.

I love Rodeo because if tomorrow I spit in his face and threw all his favorite books out the window and called him all the worst words I could think of, he wouldn’t love me one little bit less.

The night came stealing my heart away, a million sparkling diamonds and the call of the coyote. Lost in an endless eternity of questions, only darkened clouds for paths. The edge breaks a golden seal, a blazing sun announcing a new day's miracle. Ann DeMarle

It’s something to have someone who misses you when you’re gone. And it’s something to have someone who fights to get you back.

We call it … We call it … living. Freedom. We call it taking care of each other. And moving forward.

I guess sometimes life does seem like too much, especially during the big moments. But usually you can dig inside yourself and find what you need. You can find what you need to grow into those big moments and make ’em yours.

Sometimes making friends is tough, and sometimes it’s as simple as finding someone who loves books and kittens as much as you do.

He had nice eyes, Salvador did. Quiet eyes. I know it's weird to call eyes "quiet," since I've never seen a loud eyeball, but it's the truth. Salvador's eyes were quiet, and something about the quietness kinda gave you the courage to talk to them.

I was digging up graves with these words, waking up ghosts. Ripping off scabs.

I felt like you do when you're at the very tip-top of a roller coaster: You're happy, you're excited... but you're also holding your breath for what's coming next.

But, hey, the truth does a lot more good most of the time if folks have the nerve to say it out loud, even if it hurts.

I listened for where their echoes might still ring.

And maybe, right then and there, holding that kitten, is when I'd just had enough of all that aloneness.

what-is-this-weirdo-girl-up-to expression to something

his way,

Rodeo

human beings try to do the right thing, if they can see what that is.

This feeling I'm talking about is this: It's a rising up, like you're taking flight and leaving the road behind, like you're in a moment that somehow lifts up free from the rest of your life. In that moment, wherever you just were and wherever you're about to be don't matter one little bit; just for a few breaths, you're everywhere and nowhere, and you can just feel your soul touching something big, some kind of truth that's hidden most of the time.

And out in front of the grocery store, there was still that plastic horse you could ride that’d buck and rock if you put a quarter in.

distinctly

And that was that. I guess that’s how regrets are … they’re anchors, not balloons. And we were sunk.