G.J. Walker-Smith Quotes

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting

Puggle isn't a word, Bridge."
Letting her down gently had no effect. She stomped a boot on the ground, making the contents of the mystery pink bag rattle in her hand. "It is," she insisted. "Ask someone."
I looked from left to right, wondering who she was expecting me to stop. As busy as the park was, I couldn't see a single person who looked knowledgeable in Australian wildlife. "What am I supposed to ask, Bridget?" I asked. "Excuse me ma'am, do you know what a puggle is?"
She raised her free hand, bouncing on the spot. "I know! I know!" she squealed. "It's a baby 'chidna."
I made a mental note to hold off on the sarcasm for a year or two. I decided to dazzle her with science instead. I took my phone from my pocket and Googled it – then had to eat my words because a baby echidna is indeed called a puggle.
"How can you possibly know the things you do?"
She grinned, reminding me too much of her mom. "I'm a smart girl, Ry.

The things that scare us never look as daunting if you change the way you look at them.

This boy was so far out of my league it was embarrassing. I found myself staring at him, trying to find some minute flaw that might justify dragging him back to my level. Finding nothing, I decided that having a dimple on only one cheek was practically a deformity.

I'm biding my time until my real life kicks in."
"How will you know when that happens?"
"It will be when I no longer have a list of things I've never done.

Following the rules only takes you so far, sooner or later you have to forget them and play by your heart.

Give every opportunity five minutes. If that's all it's good for, so be it. But I'm not going to miss out on something amazing because I was too scared to take a chance.

It didn't matter where in the world I was; I was always oblivious to the time difference.

I am the girl who has always been desperate to get the hell out of there.

I wished for you," he whispered, so quietly that I struggled to hear.
"What did that feel like? I've never made a wish in my life." My voice was as shaky as my words were stupid.
"Everybody wishes for something, Charli."
I put just enough space between us to be able to look at him. "Not me. I've saved them all up. Birthday candles, shooting stars, stray eyelashes ... ladybugs. I've saved hem all up. I figure I'm owed hundreds of wishes now.

Winter was much slower. Cold June days were downright oppressive.

True love is still true, even if you can't live it the way you want to,