Savvy Ingrid Law Quotes

I suppose you can never tell right off who might have a piece of Prince Charming deep down inside.

Why is it that adults are always telling kids to go watch television as though we have nothing better to do?

When something like that comes along, whether it's an accident or a savvy or a very first kiss, life takes a turn and you can't step back. All you can do is keep moving forward and remember what you've learned.

You never can tell when a bad thing might make a good thing happen. I realized that good and bad were always there and always mixed up together in a tangle.

You can't get rid of a part that makes you you and be happy.

It can take a lot of strength to show up and be yourself...don't you think?

I began to realize how hard it was to separate all the voices to hear the single, strong one that came just from me." —Mibs Beaumont

I couldn't fathom it myself, but I guessed that happy endings came in all shapes and sizes.

For better, worse or different, sometimes when things go back to normal, normal simply isn't normal anymore.

In most ways, Mibs, we Beaumonts are just like other people...We get born, and sometime later we die. And in between, we're happy and sad, we feel love and we feel fear, we eat and we sleep and we hurt like everyone else. —Momma

I wished that I...had no savvy at all. No savvy to cause me heartache. No savvy to make me hope, and then leave me useless.

You never can tell when a bad thing might make a good thing happen.

I'd grown used to all the voices inside of my head and knew which ones to pay attention to and which ones to ignore. The same went for all the voices outside of my head

But as I grew up, I began to understand that a savvy is just a know-how of a different sort.

Don't want to see any more...feel any more. Just let me fade away...I've seen too much...too much!

I was discovering that sometimes the outcome of a choice was almost as hard to predict or to control as a new savvy.

Some fears can be conquered...Others have a way of coming back around. Sometimes at the moment you least expect. Often with the very worst possible timing. Fear makes it hard to think. And when you can't think, it's hard to figure out your choices. When you can't see all your options, all you can do is react. —Uncle Autry

If you use too much paint, you'll not only obscure your savvy completely, but most everything else in life will become dull and uninteresting for you too. You can't get rid of part of what makes you you and be happy...So a well-scumbled savvy gives you clarity and control...You have to let your own know-how, your own unique color, shine through as a something-special others can't quite put a finger on." —Momma

If only my savvy worked in reverse, I thought again- and not for the last time. If only I could draw a smiling sun on the back of my hand, then everyone around me could know exactly how I felt, exactly how happy I was at that perfect moment.

Every good country home needs a place to sit and think and watch the clouds roll by

...sometimes things have to come apart before they can become something new...

Will looked back at me, startled, and I kept my heart muscle strong, feeling something inside me shiver like a pale green flower shoot just waking up for spring. But whatever that thing was, it was still too new to feel ready to bloom; it wanted time to set down roots. Someday soon I was going to bloom like crazy and then I'd have what I needed to keep me standing tall.

Perhaps Samson’s strengthening touch was just an ordinary sort of human magic, the kind of magic that exists in the honest, heartfelt concern of one person for another.

I realized that good and bad were always there and always mixed up together in a tangle" -Mibs

arma-double L-dillo.

He looked at me screaming and plugging my ears and at the tears dripping like the kitchen tap down my cheeks; my words finally hit him, and he listened. Fish twisted sharply from me to Will Junior as though suddenly adding two and two and getting twenty-seven, even though most people could only ever get four.

still alive

Sitting in the backyard that day, watching Grandma capture her radio waves,

...moving had been hard—hard like the pavement the first time I fell off my pink two-wheeler and my palms burned like fire from all of the hurt just under the skin.

We get born, and sometime later we die. And in between, we’re happy and sad, we feel love and we feel fear, we eat and we sleep and we hurt like everyone else.

Listening to that song always lifted my spirits and I wished I had it with me as I sat on that bus.