Stacey Lee Quotes

Maybe what matters is not so much the path as who walks beside you.

The tricky thing about giving opinions is that sometimes they cost you more than you wanted to spend.

Princesa came to rancho one day after her owner no want her. Says too much horse for him, too wild. But he's wrong. She's not wild, she's spirited. 'Wild' means 'I no care about what I do.' But 'spirited' means, 'I love what I do.' Big difference.

no one ever injured an eye by looking at the bright side.

Maybe life just tastes sweeter after you’ve licked death.

What is the job of a parent, but to teach a child she has worth so that one day she can transform herself into whatever she wants.

We can run the race as well as any man. We only need the opportunity.

West looks up. 'This is the best time to hunt, when the animals are out looking for their suppers. 'Course, with a painted sky, light's not always good.' I never heard someone call the sky painted before, but it's the perfect word. Clouds outlined in gold streak across the firmament, casting uneven shadows over the landscape.

Somewhere between right and wrong lies a garden surrounded by thorns, and I have met you there.

Fly you crows. My father was not a spectacle. He was the greatest man I ever knew. He was my everything.

You miss being a girl? I ask her. Not as much as I thought I would. Just feels like when I'm being a boy, I can cut a wider path.

I pat my mule's neck and find comfort in the silky tufts of her mane. Father told me not to brood when people judged me for my wrapper, not my filling, or I would spend my whole life in the steamer.

Standing in another's shoes is good for our own postures.

We are all like candles, and whether we are single or joined with another does not affect how brightly we can burn.

You’re growing like a rumor, aren’t you?

Your head’s like a room and when you’s forced to stay in it, you gotta deal with all the trash that’s left in there.

Just like life.” “What?” “The clouds. They never hold still. Sometimes you think you’re seeing one thing, and a second later, the whole picture changes.

We carry around the light of our loved ones who have passed. It is they who light the path for us.

Maybe sorrow and its opposite, happiness, are like dark and light. One can’t exist without the other. And those moments of overlap are like when the moon and the sun share the same sky. A

The two words that will change your life are "thank you". Like a candle that can light a thousand more without shortening its own life, appreciation is a gift that, when given, can set the whole world aglow.

Sometimes, things must get harder before they can change.

Justice and fairness are for other people, umbrellas that open only for certain heads. The Chinese just try to stay out of the rain, and if we are caught in a downpour, we make do, knowing that the rain will not last forever.

There's a Chinese principle called yuanfen, which means your fate with someone else [...] Two people with strong yuanfen have a greater chance of meeting in their lifetimes, and can become as close as family.

I scold the worries away. As Ma likes to say, you cannot control the wind, but you can control your sails.

It is like the moon. We can see it differently by climbing a mountain, but we cannot outrun it. As it should be.

We are all ike candles, and whether we are single or joined with another does not affect how brightly we can burn. Respectfully submitted, Miss Sweetie

Dignity can only be surrendered, and when it is gone, we are like the snail who has lost its shell.

I don’t understand the constant need to prove one’s manhood, as if it is always on the verge of slipping away. We never need to prove our womanhood.

There are some people, when you meet them, you feel as if you've known them all your life. And then there are people who live under your nose all your life, yet you don't know them at all.

Some parents bring their children up and, I suppose, others let them down.

Even if I did climb to the top of that mountain one day, people will never stop seeing my color first, before me.

Smells like homeless man's crotch. Not that I've ever been up close and personal with a homeless man's crotch, but...

What good's a black face if it means I'm just someone else's property? Why give me these arms and legs just to carry someone else's load, not my own?

Breathing is underrated.

I squeeze my feelings into something small, like a walnut, and chuck it behind me for some other silly squirrel to find.

Caroline spends her grief by the dollar, until her purse empties and she's down to nickel hiccups and penny whimpers.

Old Gin always says if there are troubles on the ground, then look up. The changing sky reminds us that our troubles are not here to stay.

The knowledge that the person to whom I am writing is also writing just one floor above me makes my shadow sit up straighter, and if shadows had smiles, I might see one reflected there.

While I might not have received a full St. Clare’s education, somehow I picked up something better. Friends who care enough to knock on your pumpkin and make sure you haven’t gone mushy inside.

There’s always been sadness hidden at the core of Hitch, but it’s never been big enough to taste. Occasionally, I’d get a whiff of it, salty on the wind, but it never pressed in between us like it does now, threatening to drown us both.

I never said you didn't have a heart. But it would be nice if it beat every now and then.

We’re people who knew older versions of each other too well to ever see the new person standing in front of us.

People are like boats, always coming and going. Sometimes never returning. Now that his boat has sailed, the sea is empty for me.

When a law isn't just, I believe it's okay to disobey it. In fact, I believe we are morally obliged to disobey it.

I kiss him good-bye in my head, bidding farewell to the one I have loved in silence.

How easily life can end on a misunderstanding. How fragile we all are, like spider silk on a branch of thorns. I

You ever think about the noose?' 'I been thinking about the noose since I was born.

One should never confuse cost with value.

I shall be fine. Please tell your mother I shall be back in an hour to help her roast the chicken.” “I look forward to that.” “Roast chicken?” “No. You being back.

Coincidence is just destiny unfolding.

The farther away you stand from someone, the harder it is to like them.

Sometimes things fall apart so better things can come together.

Dear Miss Sweetie, My sisters and I wonder, why must women suffer a few days each month? Sincerely, Bloated, Crampy, and Spotty Dear Bloated, Cramp, and Spotty, Because the alternative is worse, although they do get to vote. Sincrely, Miss Sweetie

Their deaths might leave a hole in our hearts as deep as the ocean, but it is only because we are as deep as the ocean, and our capacity to love is as high as the sky. The earthquake took much from us. But there is much we can take from it as well

You expect certain things to always be there, like the bakery on the corner, or the boy you grew up with. But when the very ground can eat you alive without warning, what's to say the ocean won't dry up? Or the stars won't suddenly shut off? Nothing is forever.

Do not linger in the garden of memories, for there are many traps.

I never backed down from a challenge before, and I don't intend to start today.

We have the same dirt under our shoes as they do.

Most people don't know that heartache smells like blueberries.

The poor man, whose intentions were so quickly imagined for him because of the way the light hits his skin.

My showmanship only comes out when I hold the violin—with Lady Tin-Yin in my arms, I don’t care who watches. A peace comes over me, something I call my violin calm.

I bet those boys bit their way out of the womb,” Andy whispers.

It amazes me that even when the world is going to hell in a handcart, there’s still beauty in the fringes. Francesca

Horses are like people. Some work better under pressure.

God wouldn't have given us feet if He didn't want us to walk. By the same token, why give us a brain if He didn't want us to have thoughts?

An anxious mind makes lions of tumble weeds.

The sooner you let people be who they want to be, the better for all.

A blessing loves a good surprise.

Great souls have wills, while feeble souls, only wishes.

Troubles are like weeds, and the longer you avoid them, the bigger they grow.

A community is like that shawl, and once you are a part of it, you tie your fate to the threads closest to you.

Grudges are like heavy skirts—they’re just extra weight. I design my clothes to be fluid and easy to move in, so that when life takes unexpected turns, you won’t get stuck.

Life is a balancing act, and the better you get at juggling, the better you get at living.

Our basement has grown smaller over the years, the brick shrunken and faded, the ceiling lower than I remember. Or perhaps the realities of my life have grown too big and unwieldy for the walls to contain.

Black women suffered greatly with the failure of Reconstruction, victims of both racism and sexism. Suffrage leaders who had worked toward the idea of universal suffrage antebellum began turning their backs on their black sisters to court the support of white Southern suffragists, whose interest in restoring white supremacy eclipsed their interest in enfranchising women.

living. But juggling is not an act of holding tight. It’s an act of letting go—of giving the people you love the time and space to find their own orbit. And it’s an act of catching. I’ll always be there for Jamie, just as he’ll always be there for me.

We all must abide by the rules, but some of us must follow more than others...Like Sweet Potato and her twisted leg, we have been born with a defect--the defect of not being white. Only, unlike Sweet Potato's case, there is no correcting it. There is only correcting the vision of those who view it as a defect, though not even a war and Reconstruction have been able to do that.

I point at one of the brighter stars. "What's that big red one?" "The White Tiger to the Chinese. Westerners call it the Bull." Isn't that like life? Two people look at the same object but see two different things. I look at shoveling coal and see a job. He sees a calling.

But when the smell of blueberries mingles with my own, I realize his placid expression is just a front. A lie, like mine, though a hundred times less cruel.

Living people are a dying breed.

As for Headmistress Crouch, I pegged her as the type who wouldn't have a mate, either because of her exacting standards, or because she ate him for dinner.

You may no longer be in school, but you must never stop learning. We need to be as smart as the white ghosts.

Though grammatically perfect, a French accent stretches his English out of shape.

Don't you get too greedy, Death. You already have taken more than your fair share today. You can't have me yet.

I don’t understand the constant need to prove one’s manhood, as if it is always on the verge of slipping away. We never need to prove our womanhood. “You

It is better to look out a window than into a glass; otherwise all you see is yourself and what's behind you.

Life is a chessboard, and if you’ve played it right, your best pieces will be standing in the right squares when you need them most.

You miss being a girl?" I ask her. "Not as much as I thought I would. Just feels like when I'm being a boy, I can cut a wider path."-Under A Painted Sky

My eye roll is so intense, my head gets involved.

No, the key to wealth was opportunity. And if opportunity didn't come knocking than Mrs. Lowry says you must build your own door.

We carry around the light of our loved ones who have passed. It is they who light the path for us.” “Passed?

In her last letter to her love, Percy, before she died, Hyacinth wrote, Somewhere between right and wrong lies a garden surrounded by thorns, and I have met you there.

She reeks of insincerity, like dirty bathwater and pond salt.

With the proper training and advantages, I think any horse can be great. Family name is a burden unique to humans

The tricky thing about giving opinions is that sometimes they cost you more than you wanted to spend

They don't want to be men, only to be allowed to have a say. God wouldn't have given us feet if He didn't want us to walk. By the same token, why give us a brain if He didn't want us to have thoughts?

I misjudge and our teeth collide, but he gently corrects course instead of pulling away. When he kisses me back, all the hurt inside me floats to the surface and somehow drains away. It makes me want to laugh.

A part of me understands the need to keep order, but another part worries that we are being led to fear the wrong things. It's just like Chinatown and all the laws passed to contain us. We were never the enemy. The enemy was our country's own fear.

MOST PEOPLE DON’T know that heartache smells like blueberries. It’s not the only scent, but it’s the main one, and if someone comes to us smelling like blueberry pie, Mother and I turn them away. The heartbroken need time to heal before we can work our magic.

He walks with the ease of someone with places to go but time to get there. I'm entranced by the fluidity of his movement, like the way he bites on his finger then flicks it skyward to make a point, to test the wind, to show he's thinking. How he plucks a stem of grass and places it between his teeth.