Sweep Jonathan Auxier Quotes

That’s how it works, doesn’t it? We are saved by saving others.

And even though they had eaten nothing, the girl still ended her day with a belly full of story—which sticks to the ribs even better than mutton.

That’s what it is to care for a person,” Toby said. There was not even a hint of mocking in his voice. “If you’re not afraid, you’re not doing it right.

I've always admired a person who can admit to not knowing something. Most people smile and nod and pretend they know everything for fear of being caught out. But those people only ensure their ignorance.

There is old proverb from my childhood. "Say not in grief 'He is no more,' but live in the thankfulness that he was.

You can’t have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows.

I suppose I am remembering Passover as a way to remind myself that the struggle for freedom is as old as time. That there are always others who yet need to be delivered.

Gifts are meant to be left behind, not waved under a person's nose like a boast. It's a very private thing to open a present, and a person deserves to do it in his own way.

In a moment of terrible heartbreak, he (The Sweep) had taught her to see wonder.

The late-autumn sky was a cauldron of swirling gray. There was a smell of ash and mischief in the air. Dead leaves danced across the streets like brittle phantoms.

We save ourselves by saving others.

Gifts are meant to be left behind, not waved under a person’s nose like a boast. It’s a very private thing to open a present, and a person deserves to do it in his own way.

I’ve always admired a person who can admit to not knowing something. Most people smile and nod and pretend they know everything for fear of being caught out. But those people only ensure their ignorance

Say not in grief ‘He is no more,’ but live in the thankfulness that he was.

That’s how it works, doesn’t it? We are saved by saving others.

That's what it is to care for a person," Toby said. There was not a hint of mocking in his voice. "If you're not afraid you're not doing it right.

A soot golem may be a very nice creature,” he said slowly. “But I think I would rather be just Charlie.

Just Charlie is plenty good enough for me.

If we all could just ignore the way other people looked, then we could see who they really were.

There is a lesson here. Just because a book makes you feel bad does not mean it is bad.

The best way to inspire a love of reading is to read something you love . . . even if it is difficult.

I’ve always admired a person who can admit to not knowing something. Most people smile and nod and pretend they know everything for fear of being caught out. But those people only ensure their ignorance.

I’m afraid,” Nan said. “Afraid he . . . afraid I . . .” She shook her head. “What if I can’t protect him?” “That’s what it is to care for a person,” Toby said. There was not even a hint of mocking in his voice. “If you’re not afraid, you’re not doing it right.

So Nan told Charlie about the whole thing. How the baby Jesus was born in a basket and how a wicked king tried to kidnap him but then a big bearded angel named Father Christmas fought the king. “And then he tossed the baby Jesus down the chimney of a girl named Mary, and that was the first Christmas present.

Who says I'm never afraid? Of course I'm afraid. You can't have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows." He sounded much more awake now. "Some things are frightening, and only a fool wouldn't be afraid of them." He scratched the back of his head. The girl wondered if he was thinking about the charity men, too. "Courage is feeling fear and facing it head-on.

Nan Sparrow fell.

Who says I’m never afraid? Of course I’m afraid. You can’t have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows.

Courage is feeling fear and facing it head-on.

Charlie had the chance to become any sort of thing he wanted. Nan looked at her own skinny legs and stained fingers and thought about how she might change herself, if she could. But she didn’t want to change.

But if you’re always looking back, you might not see what’s in front of you.

Promise you won't laugh," Charlie said. "I can't promise that," Nan said. "But if I do, I'll try my best to make it a nice laugh.

Nan closed the window. " You are the worst liar I've ever met." Charlie nodded, a little proud. "Yes, I am.

The man who can read is a king among paupers," he used to tell her. " Better than a king, I'll warrant. For there's plenty o' royal folk who don't know their A— from their E—!" The Sweep would always chuckle at this last part, and Nan had never known why.

The letter A doesn’t make a real sound. You just hear the sound in your head when you look at it. The words happen inside of you." "Now I understand," Charlie said, nodding. "Words are *feelings*.

Home is a safe place to put your things so burglars can’t touch them.

The man who can read is a king among paupers,” he used to tell her. “Better than a king, I’ll warrant. For there’s plenty o’ royal folk who don’t know their A— from their E—!

We are saved by saving someone else <3 ~Nan Mus

We save ourselves by saving others.” “I think that is why he made me,” Charlie said. “He wanted me to tell you. He wanted you to know.

To live in poverty is one thing, but to live in ignorance . . . It breaks my heart. They deserve more.

I had to stay alive—no matter how bad things got. Because if I died, then there would be no one to keep an eye out for Nan Sparrow.” He looked up at the sky. It was just clear enough to make out the faint glimmer of moonlight. “That’s how it works, doesn’t it? We are saved by saving others.

Who says I’m never afraid? Of course I’m afraid. You can’t have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows.” He sounded much more awake now. “Some things are frightening, and only a fool wouldn’t be afraid of them.” He scratched the back of his head. The girl wondered if he was thinking about the charity men, too. “Courage is feeling fear and facing it head-on.

The letter doesn't make a real sound. You just hear the sound in your head when you look at it. The words happen inside of you. 'Now I understand,' Charlie said, nodding. 'Words are feelings.

Most adults were impatient with children—snapping at them to hurry.

That's how it works, doesn't it? We are saved by saving others.

There is no art so important as that of thread and needle…it’s taking what’s rended and making it whole.

That’s what it is to care for a person...If you’re not afraid, you’re not doing it right.

Who says I'm never afraid? Of course I'm afraid. You can't have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows. ... Some things are frightening, and only a fool wouldn't be afraid of them. ... Courage is feeling fear and facing it head-on. -page 296

That's what it is to care for a person," Toby said. There was not even a hint of mocking in his voice. "If you're not afraid, you're not doing it right.

By some estimates, the average life span of a climber was just five years. As Nan herself discovers, this was not for want of technology: Designs for a mechanical brush had been publicly available for nearly a century. It was, in fact, homeowners who resisted the mechanical brush most fiercely—claiming that the brushes did not do as thorough a job as young climbers.

Reformers and friendly societies spent more than a century trying to ban climbing until finally a boy named George Brewster suffered a horrific death on the job. The ensuing scandal changed the tide of public opinion and led to the passing of the Chimney Sweepers Act 1875—at long last marking the end of climbing across England.

Nan’s struggle perhaps feels like a relic from the barbaric past, yet today over 160 million children worldwide are forced into child labor. The battle is far from won.

Poverty, child labor, and anti-Semitism continue to this day, no matter how much we would prefer to ignore them. It is only in looking back that we have any hope of moving forward.

You can’t have courage without fear, any more than you can have a ray of light without shadows.” He sounded much more awake now. “Some things are frightening, and only a fool wouldn’t be afraid of them.” He scratched the back of his head. The girl wondered if he was thinking about the charity men, too. “Courage is feeling fear and facing it head-on.

It’s like Toby said.” Nan blinked tears from her eyes. “We save ourselves by saving others.

Feathers and bone without and within, I am that and this and that once again. Borne aloft among the winds, I encircle new life within my limbs, I bear the seed that bears the seed— And by spring’s end, small mouths I’ll feed! What am I?

I love a good shiver," he said. "The secret to being cozy is always to let one tiny part of yourself feel cold. If every part of you is toasty warm, it's too much and you'll feel stifled.