Kidlit Quotes

“My eyes crinkle into crescent moons
and sparkle like the stars.
Gold flecks dance and twirl
while stories whirl
in their oolong pools,
carrying tales of the past
and hope for the future.”
― Joanna Ho, Eyes that Kiss in the Corners

“Books are like ice cream; there is a flavor for everyone!”
― K. Lamb

“Your carbon dioxide is breaking my concentration.”
― Emma Lesko, Super Lexi

“Kittens!
How did I not know about kittens?!
They’re boomeranging on the rocks—
like a hurricane and a hug, all in one.”
― Judith L. Roth, Cadence and Kittenfish: A Mermaid Tale

“Motherly love flowed over her features, like a gentle light illuminating a hidden path”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“How cold the night! Yet, the snow glistened. In her mind's eye, in a state of semi-consciousness, Stella saw a dreamcatcher, quivering on the wind.”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“Our lives are woven together like these threads yet the beauty is fragile.”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“Your imagination is truly the most powerful thing. And to write you must tap into it.”
― M.L. Tarpley, Maylie and the Maze

“A family who laughs together blesses each other.”
― Anne Weaver, Farm Fiasco

“We, as parents, are to bless our children so our children want to make the choices in this world that lead them to victorious living.”
― Anne Weaver

“In order to truly understand what it is to bless others, we, ourselves, need to first know what it is
to be blessed.”
― Anne Weaver

“Ah yes, the bare basics of being a parent: just don't disown your kids and want them to go to Hell.”
― Charleigh Frederick, Demon Scout

“Search for the possibilities. Let her imagination go. She breathed in deep and focused.”
― M.L. Tarpley, Maylie and the Maze

“Is it real? Maylie blinked. It was still there. She snapped a photo.

High walls stood strong of golden stone with more lining the top edges like jagged teeth jutting into the sky. Slim towers rounded each corner. The castle was like something from a storybook perched on an island with water spreading out in a wide moat.

Maylie could imagine archers at the ready to defend the castle with bows drawn and arrow tips sticking out between the roof stones.”
― M.L. Tarpley, Maylie and the Maze

“Rana immediately scribbled on her paper while Maylie felt the familiar freeze of her mind as she urged her imagination to take her far away.

But twenty minutes later, she longed for a black hole to appear under the table and devour her.”
― M.L. Tarpley, Maylie and the Maze

“Sometimes, looking into the distance, one may fail to notice things under one's feet and stumble.”
― Marie D., A Dog Called Buddy: The World through the Eyes of Buddy

“Someone else’s grief is not for you to solve.”
― Joanne Levy, Sorry For Your Loss

“Buffalo belong to the Creator.”
― Deirdre Havrelock

“Up in the sky, a star twinkled just right. The Buffalo understood.
Millions of heavy-hoofed beasts stormed the heavens, jolting Kokum from bed.”
― Deirdre Havrelock, Buffalo Wild

“Buffalo belong to the Creator.”
― Deidre Havrelock, Buffalo Wild!

“Spain is where Gray’s godmother, Red Wire, and her husband, Red Dancer, had made their home. Their feathers were bright crimson-pink. They were high-energy and great sky-dancers.”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Hold on!” Queenie said in a loud voice. “I want to see who is here!”

Queenie, the bird mum, counted her children.

“Gray’s missing, Mum,” Pinky said, puffing out her pink feathers.

“Yes, Pinky!”

“Ah, never mind!” Queenie thought. “He will get here, slowly, but surely!”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Hold on!” Queenie said in a loud voice. “I want to see who is here!”
Queenie, the bird mum, counted her children.
“Gray’s missing, Mum,” Pinky said, puffing out her pink feathers.
“Yes, Pinky!”
“Ah, never mind!” Queenie thought. “He will get here, slowly, but surely!”
― Suzy Davies, The Flamingos Who Painted The Sky

“Always, I do,” Mrs. Christmas said emphatically. “Mind you, it’s different these days. Not many goin’ now. Football’s the new religion. Me, I like to go to
Saint Mary’s for the carols.”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen

“Look at the moon," sighed Housie..."Is it true, Ratty, what they say?"
"Not really, I don't think it's really made of cheese," breathed Ratty. The river seemed to sigh with the motion of the oar, in and out of the water.
"Why not?" asked Housie Mousie.
"Someone would have eaten it long ago!" Ratty replied.”
― Suzy Davies

“Aunty Whimsy: I've visited forests under the sea, savored cotton candy pink tea, and met the pope of a very small country! And these are only some of the many special things our world has to offer--if you're willing to seek them out!
Safia: Have you experienced them all yet?
Aunty Whimsy: Oh! If only! The trouble with being a lover of this world is that you'll never have enough of it. No matter how old you get...You'll always find one more reason to stay in love. And that's why--the adventure never ends.”
― Reimena Yee, My Aunt Is a Monster

“They had always had a library room in the house, and it was filled floor to ceiling with hundreds of books. She spent many long blanket-wrapped winter days and hot summer afternoons lounging on the shaggy carpet, her stormy grey eyes scouring the pages, trying to soak up facts, adventures, or mysteries.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“No one! That’s the point.” Alaya turned, eyes
looking fierce again.
“This forest is older than people can even comprehend. And the ocean around this island has always been for everyone. Humans are here to protect the earth and to live in peace with it. Not destroy it like Old Ugly has.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“Determination filled her as she made up her mind. Her parents did this for a living, and she was going to prove in her own way that she could be useful on these trips. She would be a part of the family business and help find these artifacts that seemed to be disappearing into the mist.”
― Lauren de Leeuw, Secrets in the Islands: A Sami Series Adventure

“Late afternoons were for resting in the hammock that hung between the Three Sisters, my favourite trio of birch trees, a book resting on my chest. Other days, I would follow my imagination around our property, my bare feet sinking into pillows of soft moss and rough lichens as I climbed up rock faces or followed a path of fallen pine needles. I would name each plant and tree around me as I filled my pockets with acorns, my soles hardened by the end of the summer.”
― Kristyn Jewell, Poppy and Pa