Reynolds Naylor Quotes

You don't have to be part of a couple to be happy, you know.

When you’ve found the right one - when you see him, when you’re with him - you’ll feel like you’re coming home.

Why is life so complicated....?' I asked. 'To keep us from being bored,' he said.

Saying hello to something new means saying good-bye to something old and loved.

If you are embarrassed about your sex, it must mean that you feel there is something demeaning or disgusting about being female. You are all wondrously made, girls. Remember that: wondrously made, and you should carry your sex proudly, a badge of honor.

I used to think that when I grew up there wouldn't be so many rules. Back in elementary school there were rules about what entrance you used in the morning, what door you used going home, when you could talk in the library, how many paper towels you could use in the rest room, and how many drinks of water you could get during recess. And there was always somebody watching to make sure. What I'm finding out about growing older is that there are just as many rules about lots of things, but there's nobody watching.

If Jesus ever comes back to earth again, I’m thinking, he’ll come as a dog, because there isn’t anything as humble or patient or loving or loyal as the dog I have in my arms right now.

Since no one really knows what or who God is, or whether God is at all, why can't God be hope?

Well, the man who first translated the bible into English was burned at the stake, and they've been at it ever since. Must be all that adultery, murder and incest. But not to worry. It's back on the shelves.

…and I’m thinking how nothing is as simple as you guess-not right or wrong, not Judd Travers, not even me or this dog I got here. But the good part is I saved Shiloh and opened my eyes some. Now that ain’t bad for eleven.

There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.

One way to tell if you're really comfortable with a person is if you can be quiet together sometimes and not feel awkward. If you don't feel obligated to say something brilliant or funny or surprising or cool. You can just be together. You can just be.

It's what they say to do when you're depressed, you know. Walk in someone else's shoes for a while, and your own won't feel so tight.

The Three Cs, I told myself. When you're not Comfortable with it, it's not a Compliment, it's Creepy.

how one lie leads to another and before you know it, your whole life can be a lie.

If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.

We all have our own battles to fight, and sometimes we have to go it alone. I'm stronger than you think, you'd be surprised.

The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally. 'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge. 'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.' 'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.

Just that what happens today or next week or next year isn't necessarily the way things are always going to be. As soon as you settle into a routine, life throws you a curveball. Sometimes you hit it, sometimes you don't.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

I hate that phrase: move on. Like no matter what happened or what you did, you just “move on,” and that’s supposed to make everything all right.

Everything can change in an instant. Everything. And then there is only before and after.

Sometimes the bad guys don't win.

I know, but if I feel this bad for Gramps, how am I going to feel when it’s Dad?” Tyler told me. “You’ll feel even worse, of course, but you’ll carry on, because happiness has a way of creeping in again. It really does,” I said.

For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.

Happiness is wanting what you have.

No one looks up. No one pauses. No one even questions. Easy as falling off a log.

You get a dog on your mind, it seems to fill up the whole space. Everything you do reminds you of that dog.

But how did you know that it was Stacy?” “There wasn’t a green light flashing, that’s for sure,” he said. “Mostly, I felt I’d met a person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. That I didn’t need to look any further.”” “But how can you be sure?” I persisted. “You can’t. There’s not just one person in the world who’s your type. There’s a whole group with the same likes and dislikes. But you want to spend your whole life looking for all of them? You just feel that everything’s right. You’re at peace with yourself.

Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.

Between the 6th and 7th grade, something happens to your eyes. they water a lot. I think its so you can get all the watering out of the way before you begin wearing mascara.

Patrick and I were about as different as two people could possibly be. Nothing embarrasses Patrick very much, and everything embarrasses me. Just being alive embarrasses me.

I wanted my children and grandchildren to know that no matter when you are born or where you live, happiness and disappointments have the same flavors the world over.

by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor and The Giver by Lois Lowry. And

Sometimes I wish I could just press a button and be through school and starting my real life,' I told him. 'This is your real life, Al,' he said, 'Don't start living in the future. That's like gulping down a piece of fudge cake and then asking yourself, 'Where'd it go?' You're missing the moment.

Sexually active? Sexually active? Patrick and I hadn't even learned the fine points of kissing yet! I marched on down. 'For your information,' I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention, 'I am about as sexually active as a bag of spinach, and if you want to keep me on the porch and not out in the park somewhere behind the bushes, you'll keep the stupid porch light off when I come home with a boy.

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That's the unforgivable sin, you know." "What is?" "Refusing to forgive someone." "Refusing to forgive someone is the unforgivable sin?" I asked incredulously.

Happiness is wanting what you have. Being happy with what you've got. Enjoying it, and making it all it could be.

Well, I know what I want to be too,” she told her parents. “An actress on Broadway.” “Caroline, you’re always onstage, twenty-four hours a day,” said her father. “You can’t even tie your shoes without making a production of it.” Caroline wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not.

Mother went back inside when the police had gone, but Dad did not. Instead he walked to the edge of the porch, cupped his hands over his mouth, and bellowed like a bull moose. “Wallace, Joshua, and Joseph! Get in here! Now!” “You want to spend the night in the woods?” Wally whispered to his brothers. “He’d just come looking for us,” said Josh.

Boys fell for so many things you wouldn’t think they’d believe. It was really incredible. None of her friends back home had been quite so stupid.

But . . . but what will we talk about? We can’t just sit here staring at each other and stuffing cookies in our mouths!” Beth had protested, and Caroline noticed that her cheeks were strangely pink. “Why, Beth, we’ll talk about whatever comes to mind. With eleven people in a room, it shouldn’t be hard to think of something to say.

Feed tomorrow and it will eat the joy of today.

Peter was only seven, and if he hadn’t been a Hatford, Caroline thought, she might have liked him because he was sweet

I sure wasn't going to ask Aunt Sally, because if she told me once that getting your period was like a moth becoming a butterfly, she'd probably say that sexual intercourse was like a deer getting antlers or something.

For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.' And as they stared after me, I went regally back down the hallway and up the stairs to Dad's room.

I remember how awkward it feels to start school in a new place where you don't know a single person. I know the drill-- how you smile to show others you're friendly and approachable, but you don't impose yourself on anyone, and you try to make friends one at a time until someone invites you to join the group.

Wally closed his eyes. He couldn’t imaging dragging Eddie anywhere. A tiger, maybe, but not Eddie Malloy.

lie don’t seem a lie anymore when it’s meant to save a dog, and right and wrong’s all mixed up in my head.

To the happy couple: I wish you a lifetime of passion, tenderness, and joy. And to my little sis, I want to say, wherever you find yourself, just remember, I've always got your back.

Whatever did girls do without sisters?

Don't know if a dog - or a man, either - ever gets to the place where he can forget as well as forgive, but enough miracles have come my way lately to make me think that this could happen, too.

Be right back,” Jake told her. Wally said nothing. He was thinking how their last words to her would be “Be right back,” and twenty years later they’d get out of prison.

Peter was leaning his elbows on the end of the table, a piece of bread smeared with peanut butter in his hands, chewing wide eyed with his mouth open. Wally tried not to look. Whenever Wally was really hungry at school and didn’t think he could hold out until noon, he thought about the way half-chewed bread and peanut butter looked in Peter’s mouth, and he wasn’t hungry anymore.

Are there bears in Western Virginia?" she whispered. "Cut it out, Caroline," said Eddie. But Beth gave a little gasp. "Are there?" "If there are bears in West Virginia, they're way up in the mountains," Eddie said. Caroline knew that Eddie didn't know what she was talking about any more than Beth knew about bears, but she didn't ask any other questions because she didn't really want to know the answers.

I can't believe this is really happening," Caroline said to Wally, both of them wearing their goblin cloaks and hoods. "I'm a real actress at last. Do you know where you'll see my name someday?" "On a tombstone?" said Wally. Caroline flashed him a disgusted look. "In lights! On Broadway! Someday you and your brothers will go to the movies and see me up there on the screen." "If we see you on the screen, we'll ask for our money back," Wally told her.

Caroline didn’t know whether she was more angry or excited. Every time the boys did something to them, it just gave the girls an excuse to do something worse.

This always happened. No matter how much Wally tried to stay out of trouble, he didn’t.

We’re dead,” said Wally. “We are cooked! Fried!

After Shiloh come to live with us, two things happened. One started out bad and ended good.

He could have told her he loved her, admired her for the way she'd raised him alone all these years, for the sacrifices she'd made. But what guy goes around thanking his mom each day, expecting it to be her last?

And then, he realized suddenly, he was free. It brought no relief, however. Only the knowledge that he wouldn't have to deal with anyone but himself for a while. That was pain enough.