Elizabeth Wein
Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.Collection: Long
Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.Collection: Know How
You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.Collection: Weeping
Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us all on and on to more destruction. And we all keep playing.Collection: Years
It's an illusion I've noticed before-- words on a page are like oxygen to a petrol engine, firing up ghosts. It only lasts while the words are in your head. After you put down the paper or pen, the pistons fall lifeless again.Collection: Fall
The very term "turning pages" suggests nonstop action. But I am all about character and beautiful writing. I eat that up like popcorn. Whether a book is action-packed or not, all I need are well-written prose and quirky, fabulous characters to keep me going.Collection: Beautiful
Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.Collection: Fighting
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?Collection: Heart
Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?Collection: Treacherous
But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.Collection: Moving
Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.Collection: Fighting
And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.Collection: Ideas
I tend not to attempt to describe pain. I don't feel I can comprehend or re-create the personal suffering of others, so I simply try to tell what happened, or what I imagine happened. I also think it helps to let the reader fill in a lot of the blanks. Melodrama is patronizing. With a straightforward statement, readers can figure out for themselves what's going on.Collection: Pain
It was a rather extraordinary conversation if you think about it -- both of us speaking in code. But not military code, not Intelligence or Resistance code -- just feminine code.Collection: Military
I felt like one who wants to trap and cage a little bird, and after years of waiting and luring and baiting finds that she must do no more than hold out her hand, and the finch lands on her finger and does not fly. You scarcely dare to move. It rests on your hand whole and free, foolishly trusting and infinitely courageous. It will never be more beautiful.Collection: Beautiful
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.Collection: Lying
But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.Collection: Lying
It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.Collection: Love
It never occurred to him that now he was looking at his master, at the one person in all the world who held his fate right between her palms - me, in patched hand-me-downs and untrimmed hair and idiot smile - and that my hatred for him is pure and black and unforgiving. And that I don't believe in God, but if I did, if I did, it would be the God of Moses, angry and demanding and OUT FOR REVENGE.Collection: Revenge
There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.Collection: Wall
Incredible what slender threads you begin to hang your hopes on.Collection: Incredibles
Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.Collection: Summer
A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.Collection: Stuck
We are a sensational team.Collection: Team
Kiss me, Hardy!’ Weren’t those Nelson’s last words at the Battle of Trafalgar? Don’t cry. We’re still alive and we make a sensational team.Collection: Team
Careless talk costs lives.Collection: Cost
It is so hard trying to say what you mean.Collection: Mean
Please come back soon. The window is always open.Collection: Window
I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.Collection: Thinking
One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.Collection: Dark
God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.Collection: Believe
I think as readers we put ourselves in the protagonist's place because we want to be like that person. That's why sometimes we don't like protagonists who aren't all that nice; we want to relate to the protagonist.Collection: Nice
Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on itCollection: Ink
I think that what I do is a form of pathetic fallacy, the literary trope in which nature is in sympathy with the mood of the story. I connect the physical setting and props in the story to the emotional state of the characters.Collection: Character
He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.Collection: Strong
Look at me!’ I screeched. ‘Look at me, Amadeus von Linden, you sadistic hypocrite, and watch this time! You’re not questioning me now, this isn’t your work, I’m not an enemy agent spewing wireless code! I’m just a minging Scots slag screaming insults at your daughter! So enjoy yourself and watch! Think of Isolde! Think of Isolde and watch!Collection: Daughter
Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.Collection: Elephants
There is only one reason I did not go down in flames over the Angers, and that is because I knew I had Julie in the back. Would never have had the presence of mind to put that fire out if I hadn't been trying to save her life.Collection: Fire
She whispered, 'C'etait la Verite?' Was that Verity? Or perhaps she just meant, Was that the truth? Was it true? Did any of it really happen? Were the last three hours real? 'Yes,' I whispered back. 'Oui. C'etait la verite.Collection: Real
Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.Collection: Execution
If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.Collection: Liars
How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.Collection: Mother
It's impossible to stall a Lizzie.Collection: Impossible
There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free willCollection: Rooms