Natalie Lloyd Quotes

In the eyes of many people, I may never live an extraordinary life. But I will love in extraordinary ways. And I hope I choose to always see the best in people

There's never an excuse to be cruel. When you meet someone new, think first about all the good and the sad and the wonder and the worry that's probably blooming in their heart. Just like yours.

You definitely aren't pretty like you were back then," Boone said. He put his arm around Cleo and kissed her cheek. "You're beautiful now. A person has to work hard to be your kind of beautiful, Cleo.

In all my years of word collecting, I've learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. i think that's one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person's mouth. When you know they'll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time -Felicity Pickle

A soft breeze settled around our shoulders as we walked into the cemetery. That same breeze made the world around us shiver a little bit. The slick green leaves of the tall trees rustled, and the long curtain of ivy dangling from the branches began to wave. When the ivy blows in the graveyard, it casts the prettiest lacelike shadows on the ground. They remind me of banners, rippling over the dearly departed in silent celebration.

And if you say 'I love you,' and you mean it, then love makes up for a whole lifetime of mistakes. That's some kind of magic.

Jonah Pickett was like snow days, field trips, candy stores, and Christmas Eve all blended into one big swoosh of a feeling -Felicity Pickle

But now that person is gone

Blue says true friends turn a bad day into something wonderful faster than a pancake flip.

Forgetting people you love is impossible. It'd be like forgetting how to breathe.

My eyes are tiny but they've taken in a world full of wonderful.

Mama said there are true sacred places in the world. Most of them don't have walls or ceilings, she told me. Sometimes when you least expect it, you just happen upon a place that feels...special. You feel like it was created just for you, to settle your soul. The kind of place you feel as much as you hear or see. She said there are thin places in the world - where you get this feeling, like, if you could reach our your hand, you'd touch a whisper-thin veil separating this world from another one. A world you can't even see.

So this is what I've decided: In the eyes of many people, I may never live an extraordinary life. But I will love in extraordinary ways. And I hope I choose to always see the best in people" -Emma

It occurred to me that there are at least three indisputable facts about best friends: 1. They wait for you, and 2. They slow down enough to walk beside you, and 3. They always know when you need hot chocolate.

It took many years for me to see that hope doesn't take sadness away," Blue said sincerely. "But hope reminds you there's something good in spite of the sadness. There's joy still ahead, still yours for the taking.

I guess I wanted permanent reminders that it's possible to bloom, even when you feel defeated.

Just when you think you don't have it in you to bloom anymore, you do.

I know I'm lucky to have a place in the world so special I never want to leave it. But that doesn't make the letting go any easier.

We call the women in our family the Wildflowers. Because no matter how difficult the circumstances, and no matter where the wind carried them, they bloomed, bold and bright.

So. Many. Hundreds and billions and trillions of words.

She said fear is just a flashlight that helps you find your courage.

You are never too old to be daring. Whether fifteen or ninety-five...believe your words have power. And use them.

But maybe every creature in the world needs to be reminded that they aren't alone. That somebody cares about them. That they have a friend to lead them out of their present mess" -Emma

I'm fairly certain lonely's most natural habitat is a school cafeteria.

Every day you live is a day for dreaming.
Every day is a day for adventuring.
And every day is for sharing with people you love,
because love's all that lasts.
It's the only thing we carry out of this world.
It connects us all, in the end.

I was surrounded by words and stories and dust-speckled light. That's a pretty perfect way to be.

If God had a stethoscope, and if He held it up to this part of the dreary world to check for a heartbeat, I hope these are the sounds He'd hear: the sound of boots stomping rhythms out of the dust. The sounds of happy squeals and laughter when people spin out, nearly dizzy from joy. The sound of a scratchy voice, a thumping guitar, a plucky violin. That's what pure joy sounds like. Sometimes that's when I miss my mama most. Not just when I'm sad, but when I'm happy... and I can't share that happiness with her.

Mama glanced up at the lonesome moon. The moon glowed down over her face like it was very happy to be noticed.
'I can't imagine anybody or anything lonelier than that midnight moon,' said Mama. 'That'd be awful - sitting up against ten thousand stars without arms to reach out and hold a single one.

Some people are born starry. Some people shine so bright you can't help but sit back and stare. Some people can't help but shine.

Often in our darkest days, in our hardest times, that's when we find our destiny.

It is a known fact that the most extraordinary moments in a girl's life come disguised as ordinary days.

Birthdays are the worst when you've lost someone you love. Other days are that way too, of course, Tuesdays, Fridays, Sunday afternoons, holidays and school picture day and rainy days. There's at least a few lonely minutes hiding in every day once you've said goodbye to someone you love.

I wondered if there was something sacred, something everlasting, about melted ice cream and summer days and good stories.

The way he said her name made my heart cramp. In all my years of word collecting, I've learned this to be a tried and true fact: I can very often tell how much a person loves another person by the way they say their name. I think that's one of the best feelings in the world, when you know your name is safe in another person's mouth. When you know they'll never shout it out like a cuss word, but say it or whisper it like a once-upon-a-time.

Some books are so special that you never forget where you were the first time you read them.

I'd sooner believe in a ghost story than believe in love."
"That doesn't matter," I told her. "Love still believes in you.

When you love a thing, it looks worn out in a good way, a better way, the more you hold it.

I woke up to an ache in my chest, the smell of chocolate, and the sound of the ghost making a racket in the kitchen. Now, I'm not the sort to dwell on doom and sorrow. Life is too short for that. But I should at least try to describe the ache briefly: It is not the kind that comes from eating tacos too late at night. It's the kind that comes from being left behind. I think my heart is smart enough to know there's a place I should be filling with new memories, new jokes, and wondrous adventures with the one person I loved most of all. But that person is gone now. And so, my heart has a giant hole. I call it The Big Empty.

I never wanted to forget all the ways we were connected that day: By our shadows and sunlight. By pounding hearts and a starry maybe.

It's so weird how life is so full of moving around
people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person's going to steal your heart. You never know which is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe.

Everything wonderful is possible.

I know there is a true and scientific explanation of where he wind comes from. But I like to think it happens when clouds shrug their shoulders. When stars spin hard enough for a few lucky people on earth to get caught up in their cosmic whirl. Sometimes wind just feels like weather. But sometimes it feels special, like it's carrying something with it" -Emma

Mama and I walked back out of the woods just in time to hear Frannie squeal, "I want to stay here forever!" "Fine by me." Cleo smiled. She opened up her little red cooler and sloshed through the ice. She pulled out an orange soda bottle and passed it to my sister. "We can stay here all day, at least." "Cleo Harness?" yelled a familiar, husky voice from the edge of the woods. "Is that you?" "Pack up!" Cleo hollered. "We're leaving!" She kicked the cooler lid shut and stood up so fast that her camping chair stayed stuck to her behind.

Some sanctuaries and special places are full of a sweet and peaceful darkness. They soothe your soul like a lullaby.

Sometimes you don't realize how special a place - or a person - really is until until they're slipping away from you.

Today I'll wear a dress made of sunlight,
I'll spin like the lilies,
I'll bloom like the stars.
Hands hold,
Hearts fold,
Under my thumbprint sky.

Sometimes even doing the right thing will leave you with scars. But beauty comes from ashes, too. And I know that to be true.

It's possible to have a happy ending, even if the ending isn't what you imagined.

Granny Blue said that everybody you meet is just a walking, talking broken heart. Some people just put the pieces back together better than others.

I believe that a family's still a family not matter if you have two people or ten, no matter if you're raised by a mama or a grandpa. A family can look a hundred different ways, I knew that.

Home isn't just a house or a city or a place; home is what happens when you're brave enough to love people.