Laurence Yep Quotes

You can learn to change the world or go on being changed by it.

Just because there's tarnish on the copper, doesn't mean there's not a shine beneath.

Sometimes it's easier to be as bad as they expect you to be.

I only knew that there was a certain rightness in life--the feeling you got when you did something the way you knew you should.

And all of a sudden I saw that if life seems awfully petty most of the time, every now and then there is something noble and beautiful and almost pure that lifts us suddenly out of the pettiness and lets us share in it a little.

No guts, no glory.

Things are going to happen that you can’t control. You can’t let it bother you. You have to try your best.

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Scientists say that if the bombs drop again, no one will win because no one will survive. All life on Earth will end.

She's trying to sabotage all the magic holding this island together. But that would create a catastrophe for all of Hawaii." "Well, that does it," Koko huffed. "As of today, she's off my Christmas card list.

And, as the tiny lights drift into the blackness, the people pray that others around the world will remember Hiroshima and work for world peace. The atom bomb is too terrible a weapon. It must not drop again.

If you throw up," Kles said unsympathetically, "remember not to face the wind." "Yeah, Koko. You're the one who's been complaining about doing the same things lately," Leech said. "Enjoy it." "Oog, and double oog," was all Koko could say.

Sometimes a champion is the one who is ready to act, not the strongest or the bravest.

Just think of it as a picnic with guns and monsters instead of mosquitoes and ants. Do we have fun or what?

I had never thought of school as fun before, but then, I'd never before had a hummingbird, a witch, or a maybe-immortal for teachers.

They can have their little ceremony. We know the truth.

HDC, so she had danced some of the most important roles. Then, after retiring from dancing, she’d become the ballet mistress at HDC. Ms. Ferri was so nice that I couldn’t help wishing she taught ballet at my school, Anna Hart School of the Arts, so that I could have her all week instead of just on the weekends. But Ms. Ferri was too busy conducting the daily class for the HDC’s professional dancers. And this year, she was busy rehearsing her own role in The Nutcracker, too—the role of Mother Ginger. Ms. Ferri’s stilts were made out of metal rods about a yard high. In New York City Ballet’s version of The Nutcracker, men played Mother Ginger because the costume was so big and heavy. But Ms. Ferri was tall and strong enough to handle it. After years of playing Mother Ginger, she was a pro at managing the costume’s weight while she walked on stilts. No one would see the stilts, because she’d wear a skirt big enough to hide them—plus eight kids. Ms. Ferri glanced my way when she heard the door to the studio close behind me. “Where have you been, Isabelle?

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front of her. “Good morning, class,” she called. “How are you all getting along together after your first week? Remember, the summer intensives aren’t just about dancing.

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