Jonathan Auxier Quotes

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.

To demand promises is to invite disappointment -Hester

Stories come in all different kinds." Hester scooted closer, clearly enjoying the subject at hand. "There's tales, which are light and fluffy. Good for a smile on a sad day. Then you got yarns, which are showy-yarns reveal more about the teller than the story. After that there's myths, which are stories made up by whole groups of people. And last of all, there's legends." She raised a mysterious eyebrow. "Legends are different from the rest on account no one knows where they start. Folks don't tell legends; they repeat them. Over and over again through history.

Peter had spent his whole life in a town where fights were either drunken and friendly, or silent and petty. True war was foreign to him. He thought of how scared and confused he had been when the battle broke out in the Nest; he was in a different world now.

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

A boy your age should know better than to consider anything impossible. (p 62)

Serious readers know the singular pleasure of handling a well-made book - the heft and texture of the case, the rasp of the spine as you lift the cover, the sweet, dusty aroma of yellowed pages as they pass between your fingers. A book is more than a vessel for ideas; It is a living thing in need of love, warmth, and protection.

You may have observed in your own lives that there is a great power in storytelling. A well-spun tale can transport listeners away from their humdrum lives and return them with an enlarged sense of the world.

A well-spun tale can transport listeners away from their humdrum lives and return them with an enlarged sense of the world. (Peter Nimble)

Hester shook her head. 'Don't confuse what you do with who you are, dearie. Besides, there's no shame in humble work. Why, Aesop himself, the king of storytellers, was a slave his whole life. Never drew a free breath, yet he shaped the world with just three small words: there once was. And where are his great masters now, hmm? Rotting in tombs, if they're lucky. But Aesop - he still lives to this day, dancin' on the tip of every tongue what's ever told a tale.' She winked at Molly. 'Think on that, next time you're scrubbing floors.

My girl, we are on the cusp of a modern age-and with it comes modern medicine." He dug a fat hand through his bag and removed a small bottle. "Take this laudanum, for example. Wonderful stuff! I have a few drops in my tea each morning to calm the nerves.

As you know, children (unlike grown-ups) are far too clever to be tricked by impostors - a fact that goes a long way toward explaining their distrust of wicked stepmothers and substitute teachers.

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

Now, there is a wonderful thing in this world called "foresight". It is a gift treasured above all others because it allows one to know what the future holds. Most people with foresight end up wielding immense power in life, often becoming great rulers or librarians.

To differing opinions: may they ever stay apart.

There are times when being a leader is less about having the right answer than about having an answer.

Not everything old and ugly is wicked.

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

Suffice it to say, if one hopes to live in a world of wonders, he had better locate himself in a place where wondrous stories abound.

He started with the rascal's questions.
Where was he?
dangling fifty feat above ground choking to death
Were there friends near by?
He could hear his sister strugling by the stairs, but she was too far to help
Were there weapons nearby?
His fishhook was lying useless on the ground below, leaving him only his hands.
But his were no ordinary hands.

Runnin's not a bad thing, sir, so long as you're runnin' towards somethin' good.

The start of any journey-whether pilgrimage or promenade-is one of life's true joys.

I have called you forth not because of what you may become, but because of what you already are.

Professor Cake, like all true readers, was an incurable book filch.

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.

The real world. The very notion is absurd. Worlds and everything in them are made real by the stories that inhabit them.

There are some times when a person is in such dire straits that they are able to achieve the impossible - less by their own strength than by a strength that moves through them.

There is something wonderful that happens between true friends.When they find themselves no longer wasting time with meaningless chatter.Instead, they become content just to share each other's company. It is the opinion of some that this sort of friendship is the only kind worth having. While jokes and anecdotes are nice, they do not compare with the beauty of shared solitude.

In my experience heroes are no more good than you or I. And though occasionally noble, they are just as often cunning, resourceful, and a little brash.

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.

The Victorian era was perhaps the last point in Western history when magic and science were allowed to coexist.

Boredom is anathema to the adventurous spirit, and when mixed with hunger, the effect could be forgot toxic.