Truth in Fiction - This is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer E. Smith

 

 

No matter how long it's been or how far you've drifted, no matter how unknowable you might be, there were at least two people in the world whose job it was to see you, to find you, to recognize you and reel you back in. No matter what. p. 342

Truth in Fiction - P.S. Be Eleven Rita Williams Garcia

 

 

Don't concern yourself with old things. Concern yourself with finding your own thing. But don't rush. Listen to Billie sing, "God bless the child who has her own." Enjoy the time it takes to find your own. Study hard.

Your Mother,

Cecile

P.S. Be eleven

 

 

 

I was eleven. How could you become what you already were? p. 59

 

 

My name is growing up with me. As I am defined, then my name is defined and shaped around me like clothing. Cecile, p 108

 

It is a bad thing to bite into hard fruit with little teeth. You will say bad things about the fruit when the problem is your teeth. I want you to read this book. I want you to know THINGS FALL APART. Fourteen is a good age to find Chinua Achebe

Cecile to Delphine Re: Reading Chinua Achebe at 11

 

 

The only think I knew for sure was that Pa didn't want his own brother in the house. I knew that Uncle Darnell wasn't himself, but was that a reason to stop loving him? Was it all right to stop loving someone you're supposed to always love. p. 188

 

 

I know you'll read this now, but wait two years. Fourteen is a good age to read this book and sixteen is even better.

Cecile to Delphine Re: Reading Chinua Achebe

 

 

"Delphine, you need to also know you're a lady. It's always a lady's choice and never the other way around."

Pa to Delphine before the sixth grade dance

 



Truth in Fiction - Wild Awake by Hilary T. Smith

 

There are no mistakes, I realize - just detours whose significance only become clear when you see the whole picture at once. p. 217

People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is the postcard glimpse of  a floodlit statue or a skyline. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.

I am the Librarian of Life Experiences. I am the Curator of Truth. p. 295

Truth in Fiction - The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey

God doesn't call the equipped; He equips the called.

After the first touch, touching becomes too easy.

I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything.  Too many people say something when they really have nothing to say.

One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.

Truth in Fiction - Page by Paige by Laura Lee Gulledge

What you are doing right now,

this moment, THIS STEP,

is the most important thing

in your life.

Bad experiences are like bad drawings. They stay in our sketchbooks. They stay a part of us. You can't erase your past or who you are. You have to deal with it, I suppose.

Truth in Fiction - Tell the Wolves I'm Home by Carol Rifka Brunt

It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size... Then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. -  June p. 254

Maybe you had to be dying to finally get to do what you wanted... Then I had this thought: What if it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough?  June - p. 255

I knew the way lost hopes could be dangerous, how they could turn a person into someone they never thought they'd be. - June p.322

*I needed to know that my mother understood that her hand was in this too. That all the jealousy and envy and shame we carried was our own kind of sickness. As much a disease as Toby and Finn's AIDS. - June p. 349

* emphasis mine

Truth in Fiction - A Flight of Angels by Rebecca Guay

The Rabbi was concerned for he knew that foolishness and fear are like tinder and matches, and wickedness the flame they produce.