Lynda Mullaly Hunt Quotes

Everyone is smart in different ways. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life thinking that it's stupid.

maybe "I'm having trouble" is not the same as "I can't.

She doesn't get it. Being funny when you don't mean to be is terrible. Having to laugh at yourself along with everyone else is humiliating.

Reading for me is like when I drop something and my fingers scramble to catch it and just when I think I've got it, I don't. If trying to read helped, I'd be a genius.

I can't think of anything worse than having to describe myself. I'd rather write about something more positive.

I stand tall, but everything inside shrinks. The thing is, I feel real bad.

It's just a matter of making a decision and following through.

You're talking like a fool saying I don't understand what it's like to be different. But the thing is...I'm only different to the people who see with the wrong eyes. And I don't care what people like that think.

But what really gets me is that in order for Mr. Daniels to come up with this plan, he must have thought of me outside of school - when he didn't have to think of me. I bet other teachers have never let me sit in their head one second longer than they had to.

Veganism is beneficial to the wellbeing of all.

Well…alone is a way to be. It's being by yourself with no one else around. And it can be good or bad. And it can be a choice…. But being lonely is never a choice. It's not about who is with you or not. You can feel lonely when you are alone, but the worst kind of lonely is when you're in a room full of people, but you're still alone. Or you feel like you are anyway.

You can either stay here while they throw shovelfuls of sand on you or just climb out. Your choice not theirs. Then I head toward the stairs, not even loking back at Brandy or Tressa. And it feels really good to step away from the shovels of sand they've been throwing on me for weeks and finally climb out of the hole.

Every word is another shovelful of dirt from the hole I've dug for myself. So I figure my best bet is to shut my mouth.

My mouth dries up. I know I am not apologizing for the picture. I am sorry for being there in the first place.

An older brother is older. A big brother looks out for you and smiles when you walk into a room.

...I realize that Toni and I feel the same way about things. That we've both changed. That we're tired of having the world push us into places we don't want to be. That we're both scared of losing love that maybe we never had to begin with. That we can have whatever we want in our lives; it's only a matter of deciding. But Toni and I don't have to do it alone. We have each other." -Carley

BE SOMEONE'S HERO

You regret the things you don't do more than the things you do.

When I was younger, I loved math. Everything about math. But in school, math now has letters. Like what does x equal? There are also long stories with characters, and although the story is supposed to end with some number, all the words block my path to getting there.

So instead I stare at the steaming liquid dripping into a coffeepot and start thinking of steaming volcanoes. And dinosaurs standing around drinking coffee, staring up at the giant meteor soaring through the air, commenting on how pretty it is.

Friendship is like boogie boarding. You have to learn when to hold on and when to let go.

I feel like the things I should say are the things I can't say. And the things I could say are the things I shouldn't say.

You can't make people unhear something. I should be used to this, but it still takes a piece out of me every time.

If you put off a vibe that you can handle yourself, other people will start treating you that way. Everything is attitude.

Great minds don't think alike.

Would you say...that you're yourself around her? I always think that's the true measure of how good a friend is" -Mrs. Murphy

Sometimes I wonder. On the pathetic scale, where would I land? I know other kids my age would go to the mall if they cut school, but I'm off to the library.

Yes, Ally?" What have I done? I try to figure out what I should say. Maybe ask to go get a drink? But the thing is that something deep inside me really does want to answer. Because I'm an expert on these two words. I know what they mean. And how they feel. Especially after that butterfly party. Mr. Daniels's eyes are wide, and they are waiting for me. "Ally?" he says. "It's okay, now. Take your time." And it's like he can see right into my guts. Knows how sad I am. Like he's handing me a flashlight in a dark room. I