Freak The Mighty Quotes

Books are like truth serum-- if you don't read, you can't figure out what's real.

Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of everything, even pain.

Sure it will hurt. But so what? Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of anything, even pain.

Remembering is a great invention of the mind.

You don't need a time machine if you know how to remember.

His heart was simply to big for his body.

MASSIVES, fat heads who assume that television tells the truth" -Kevin 'Freak' from Freak's Dictionary --"Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 165

I never had a brian till freak came along..

BOOK, a four-letter word for truth serum" -Kevin 'Freak' from Freak's Dictionary --"Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 161

LIBRARY, where they keep the truth serum, and the magic carpets" -Kevin 'Freak' from Freak's Dictionary --"Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 165

READING, beaming up into books" -Kevin 'Freak' from Freak's Dictionary --"Freak the Mighty by Rodman Philbrick pg 167

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

remembering is a great invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough you can remember anything, whether it really happened or not.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind... It means that if you want to, you can remember anything, whether it happened or not... You don't need a time machine if you can remember.

Every word is part of a picture, Every sentence is a picture. All you have to do is link them together.

I could tell you all the medical terminology,' She says. 'But what finally happened is his heart got to big for his body'

Expel the object!" Freak shouts. "Regurgitate, you big moron!" and he gives me another thump and I cough up this yucky mess, but I'm still laughing so hard my nose is running.

I never had a brain until Freak came along and let me borrow his for a while, and that’s the truth, the whole truth.

Matter of fact, I watch tons of tube, but I also read tons of books so I can figure out what's true and what's fake, which isn't always easy. Books are like truth serum--if you don't read, you can't figure out what's real.

You ever notice how long it takes for things to happen when you know they're supposed to happen? My fake Walkman has a built-in alarm, and I set it for two in the morning and wear the headphones to bed, but before you can wake up you have to fall asleep, and I never DO fall asleep because I keep waiting for the alarm to go off.

What a goon, except it really is funny, me trying to sneeze a hot dog through my nose, and we're both laughing like total morons.

freak the mighty is the best book I ever read so I recommend it to anyone who likes good books that have different feellings and emotions

I read an article once that said that when women have a conversation, they're communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they're actually having, the conversation that is specifically being avoided, the tone being applied to the overt conversation, the buried conversation that is being covered only in subtext, and finally the other person's body language. That is, on many levels, astounding to me. I mean, that's like having a freaking superpower. When I, and most other people with a Y chromosome, have a conversation, we're having a conversation. Singular. We're paying attention to what is being said, considering that, and replying to it. All these other conversations that have apparently been booing on for the last several thousand years? I didn't even know that they existed until I read that stupid article, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. ... So, ladies, if you ever have some conversation with your boyfriend or husband or brother or male friend, and you are telling him something perfectly obvious, and he comes away from it utterly clueless? I know it's tempting to thing to yourself, 'The man can't possibly be that stupid!' But yes. Yes, he can. Our innate strengths just aren't the same. We are the mighty hunters, who are good at focusing on one thing at a time. For crying out loud, we have to turn down the radio in the car if we suspect we're lost and need to figure out how to get where we're going. That's how impaired we are. I'm telling you, we have only the one conversation. Maybe some kind of relationship veteran like Michael Carpenter can do two, but that's pushing the envelope. Five simultaneous conversations? Five? Shah. That just isn't going to happen. At least, not for me.

Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of anything, even pain.

when the dope fiend who lived there finally got busted. At first I’m thinking the dope fiend is back,

For the last week or so it’s like getting jabbed with a little needle every time I hear that word. Gram is trying to pretend how excited she is I’m finally in the eighth grade, like this is a really big deal. Which is a joke, because the only reason I got passed from seventh grade is because they figured this way the big butthead can be — quote — someone else’s problem, thank God, we’ve had quite enough of Maxwell Kane — unquote.

You could hear a mouse fart.

I'm getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries!" I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. "They've got my freaking number!" "Run away!" Bob giggled. "Run away! Tiny faeries!" growled in frustration and popped the Redcap's hat down over Bob. "Stop being a jerk. This is serious." Bob's voice was only barely muffled. It sounded like he couldn't breathe. "Serious! Tiny! Faeries! The m-m- mighty wizard Dresden!

Books are a truth serum, if you don't read, you won't know what's true or not. -Freak the Mighty

We’re Freak the Mighty, that’s who we are. We’re nine feet tall, in case you haven’t noticed.” That’s how it started, really, how we got to be Freak the Mighty, slaying dragons and fools and walking high above the world.

You don’t need a time machine if you know how to remember.

So out we go. It’s a habit by now, Freak riding up high on my shoulders and using his little feet to steer me if I forget where we’re going. Not that we always know. Freak likes to make things up as he goes along. You think you’re just walking down this ordinary sidewalk and really you’re crossing this dangerous bridge, the kind made of vines that hangs high up in the air over a deep canyon, and when Freak makes it up it seems so real, you’re afraid to look down or you’ll get dizzy and fall off the sidewalk.

Everybody

A PRAYER FOR OUR CHILDREN ‘Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him(Psalm 127:3, NLT). Dear Lord Jesus, we come before you with our hearts full of thanks giving for all the precious children on the planet earth in the mighty name of Jesus. Father God help us to be always available for them physically and spiritually, in Jesus name. We ask you Lord to help us to be the faithful and to be the doting parents to our children and help us to put them in your righteous and loving hands. Help us to train our children in the way they should go, even when they are old they will not depart from it(Provers 22:6). Heavenly Father uproot the spirit of fear and fill their hearts and minds with hope, love, peace, strength and courage to deal with every situation they are facing in the mighty name of Jesus. Father God we ask you to help them not to compromise who they are for the sake of fitting in. Help them to know you, to believe in you and to understand your loving nature and know that they are fearfully and wonderfully made in your likeness and they are loved by you. Lord we ask for your divine protection wherever they go and help them to follow your lead wherever they go. Father God, help us to teach our children to be blessings to those who are in need. Help them to know and understand the value of humanity, help them to be kind towards all humanity and help them to walk in the spirit of humility in the mighty name of Jesus. We ask you Lord to help them to choose good friends, help them make right decisions in life and help them not to freak out when they make mistakes in Jesus name. We put our trust in you King of kings and we know that there is nothing impossible with you and we ask you to rule and reign in our children lives throughout their life stages and let the drops of your mercy melt and shine on them in the mighty name of Jesus. We thank you for your faithfulness and unconditional love. We bless your holy name and we thank you for your promises, your promises are YES AND AMEN. In the mighty name of Jesus amen.

You can take him, right?" he asks a couple minutes later. I go, "Are you kidding? You can't just fight Blade, you have to fight his gang, too." "You mean you couldn't take him and I was giving him lip?

Books are like truth serum -- if you don't read, you can't figure out what's real.

pain is just a state of mind

When you have anxiety, you don’t feel like a normal person. You feel like an oddball, like a freak. Like you’re the only one who isn’t right in the head.” He nods which spurs me on. “Take the number three, for instance. It looks like half of the number eight. Eight is perfect and round and complete; three looks like half of it, so the number three is a freak.” “Go on,” he says. “The number five is sort of a backward version of three, so it’s a backward freak, which is freakier than a freak.” “What about the number seven?” “Seven looks like an upside-down number one when it has a foot at the base. Upside down is as bad as backwards.” “And the number nine?” he wants to know. “Upside-down six.” “Why can’t the number six be an upside-down nine?” “Because six comes first, so nine has to be an upside-down six,” I explain. “And you find comfort in these numbers because they’re imperfect?” “I can relate to them.” Then I drop the bomb of my reasoning, “Odd numbers are just as important as even numbers, they just aren’t perfect.” “Like odd people are just as important as perfect people, huh?” “Just like that.” “I’m mighty glad you stopped by, Amelia,” he says, sounding like he really means it. “You are? Why?” I wonder if he wants to cancel his daughter’s beading lessons or something?

New start beholding- -Breath through me, I feel double. Nevaeh- Hey it good to talk to you again- I said, I would be back, yet I never thought I would meet my grandbaby’s up here, and not down there with you all. She is a wild one, kind of like I was at her age, if you flip some pages back, and read between the lines you’ll see me there. Jaylynn- which possesses all of us, to take crap to give a crap or have crap, or just crap it out? I have inquiries- So, it's its natural surroundings that push us, it’s like a house of horrors and its many faiths- that is sarcasm to my life. Freak nurture, freak the universe in the ass with a two by four. The people give nothing and trust like the AL-mighty is a thing of the past yet that fine with me, ass holes. Yet I love you just so you know, I love everyone, ago crap- on. There are more depths made than saved, no lives in this city that have a clear understanding of what they are doing.

Maybe this was a male-female translation problem. I read an article once that said that when women have a conversation, they’re communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they’re actually having, the conversation that is specifically being avoided, the tone being applied to the overt conversation, the buried conversation that is being covered only in subtext, and finally the other person’s body language. That is, on many levels, astounding to me. I mean, that’s like having a freaking superpower. When I, and most other people with a Y chromosome, have a conversation, we’re having a conversation. Singular. We’re paying attention to what is being said, considering that, and replying to it. All these other conversations that have apparently been going on for the last several thousand years? I didn’t even know that they existed until I read that stupid article, and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. I felt somewhat skeptical about the article’s grounding. There were probably a lot of women who didn’t communicate on multiple wavelengths at once. There were probably men who could handle that many just fine. I just wasn’t one of them. So, ladies, if you ever have some conversation with your boyfriend or husband or brother or male friend, and you are telling him something perfectly obvious, and he comes away from it utterly clueless? I know it’s tempting to think to yourself, “The man can’t possibly be that stupid!” But yes. Yes, he can. Our innate strengths just aren’t the same. We are the mighty hunters, who are good at focusing on one thing at a time. For crying out loud, we have to turn down the radio in the car if we suspect we’re lost and need to figure out how to get where we’re going. That’s how impaired we are. I’m telling you, we have only the one conversation.

Cand am batut la poarta fericirii, era inchisa. Pe poarta dragostei am vazut ceva prea grotesc sa descriu. Dar poarta curajului mi s-a deschis din prima, un costum de cavaler, intr-un colt al camerei, intunecat….Si atunci, am stiut. Daca e nevoie sa lupt sa mi se deschida poarta fericirii, voi lupta. Numai trimite-mi Doamne partenerul potrivit, ca eu sunt mai muta. Si Freak the Mighty are nevoie de 2 ca sa formeze un cavaler.