Stacey Lee Quotes

Maybe sorrow and its opposite, happiness, are like dark and light. One can't exist without the other. And those moments of overlap are like when the moon and the sun share the same sky. A

When a law isn't just, I believe it's okay to disobey it. In fact, I believe we are morally obliged to disobey it.

Fly you crows. My father was not a spectacle. He was the greatest man I ever knew. He was my everything.

I bypass car-size lemonade bushes, zingy with a hint of gym socks, toward a patch of lichen flourishing at the base of a eucalyptus. I put my nose right up to the musty scent, even though it smells like raccoon urine. Aromateurs are trained from an early age to view each scent with objectivity. "You

Maybe what matters is not so much the path as who walks beside you.

Your head's like a room and when you's forced to stay in it, you gotta deal with all the trash that's left in there.

How easily life can end on a misunderstanding. How fragile we all are, like spider silk on a branch of thorns. I

Breathing is underrated.

Just like life." "What?" "The clouds. They never hold still. Sometimes you think you're seeing one thing, and a second later, the whole picture changes.

Their deaths might leave a hole in our hearts as deep as the ocean, but it is only because we are as deep as the ocean, and our capacity to love is as high as the sky. The earthquake took much from us. But there is much we can take from it as well

We carry around the light of our loved ones who have passed. It is they who light the path for us.

Though grammatically perfect, a French accent stretches his English out of shape.

I don't understand the constant need to prove one's manhood, as if it is always on the verge of slipping away. We never need to prove our womanhood.

Most people don't know that heartache smells like blueberries.

I kiss him good-bye in my head, bidding farewell to the one I have loved in silence.

A part of me understands the need to keep order, but another part worries that we are being led to fear the wrong things. It's just like Chinatown and all the laws passed to contain us. We were never the enemy. The enemy was our country's own fear.

He walks with the ease of someone with places to go but time to get there. I'm entranced by the fluidity of his movement, like the way he bites on his finger then flicks it skyward to make a point, to test the wind, to show he's thinking. How he plucks a stem of grass and places it between his teeth.

Some parents bring their children up and, I suppose, others let them down.

What good's a black face if it means I'm just someone else's property? Why give me these arms and legs just to carry someone else's load, not my own?

I bet those boys bit their way out of the womb," Andy whispers.

What I'm saying is, without hope, there could not be disappointment." The

Princesa came to rancho one day after her owner no want her. Says too much horse for him, too wild. But he's wrong. She's not wild, she's spirited. 'Wild' means 'I no care about what I do.' But 'spirited' means, 'I love what I do.' Big difference.

No, the key to wealth was opportunity. And if opportunity didn't come knocking than Mrs. Lowry says you must build your own door.

I never backed down from a challenge before, and I don't intend to start today.

You miss being a girl? I ask her.
Not as much as I thought I would. Just feels like when I'm being a boy, I can cut a wider path.

I am reminded of the proverb about the man with a single teacup to fetch water for his plants. In order to keep some alive, he had to let others die or run himself ragged. I have chosen to water this particular plant despite all its thorns, and I must simply hope my relationship with Tom can survive my absence.

no one ever injured an eye by looking at the bright side.

You ever think about the noose?'

'I been thinking about the noose since I was born.

People are like boats, always coming and going. Sometimes never returning. Now that his boat has sailed, the sea is empty for me.

The poor man, whose intentions were so quickly imagined for him because of the way the light hits his skin.

We have the same dirt under our shoes as they do.

You may no longer be in school, but you must never stop learning. We need to be as smart as the white ghosts.

Trouble is, finding a girl is still a tricky situation, like choosing a hat." He flips off his hat and sweeps a finger along the edge of the brim. "Like, maybe you've had your eye on a fine-looking French number, but when it finally falls onto your head, it loses its appeal... Or maybe you've been told all your life that bison felts are the only hats worth wearing. And when something different comes along, say alligator suede, even though it's the most worthy thing you've seen in your life, you might leave it in the window"--he taps his chin--"until you realize no other hat will fit just right.

Even if I did climb to the top of that mountain one day, people will never stop seeing my color first, before me.

West looks up. 'This is the best time to hunt, when the animals are out looking for their suppers. 'Course, with a painted sky, light's not always good.' I never heard someone call the sky painted before, but it's the perfect word. Clouds outlined in gold streak across the firmament, casting uneven shadows over the landscape.

My showmanship only comes out when I hold the violin - with Lady Tin-Yin in my arms, I don't care who watches. A peace comes over me, something I call my violin calm.

It is like the moon. We can see it differently by climbing a mountain, but we cannot outrun it. As it should be.