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“Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.”
― Anne Burack Sayre, The Birthday Book Club Snatching: The Melinda & Simon Series

“If fairy-story as a kind is worth reading at all it is worthy to be written for and read by adults. They will, of course, put more in and get more out than children can. Then, as a branch of a genuine art, children may hope to get fairy-stories fit for them to read and yet within their measure; as they may hope to get suitable introductions to poetry, history, and the sciences. Though it may be better for them to read some things, especially fairy-stories, that are beyond their measure rather than short of it. Their books like their clothes should allow for growth, and their books at any rate should encourage it.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Monsters and the Critics and Other Essays

“Nissa, you have a kind and bold heart, Follow it, and you will never go astray.”
― Brittany Oldroyd, Segolia: Daughter of Prophecy

“I don't know what's worse, being ignored or stared at.”
― Renata Suerth, New School & Other Stuff

“I don't have any big adventures."
"But of course you have big adventures," Papa said. You have adventures of all sorts, all the time."
"Not like Radish in the Book of Tales," Geraldine said, scuffing a toe along the ground. "I could never be like Radish."
"No, you don't have adventures exactly like Radish," Papa said. "But that's because you're not Radish and you must have your own adventures. All creatures must."
"Happy ones?" Geraldine asked.
"In the end, yes. But they won't all seem that way at first. They'll have unexpected twists and turns. You must let them play out to the end, like a story in the Book of Tales. Follow God, speak to him and listen to him, and all tales will be beautiful in their time.”
― Karin Kaufman, The Adventures of Geraldine Woolkins

“Este es el mundo en el que vivimos, y ésa no es nuestra elección. Todo lo que podemos elegir es hacer lo que está en nuestras manos para mejorarlo, o dejarlo en manos de quienes no lo harán”
― Diego Valenzuela, La Armadura de Dios

“Honey, tears don’t make you weak. They’re grief’s way of rain falling on embers.”
― Liana Gardner, Rain Falling on Embers

“My whole life, I’ve watched my mother let the winds of circumstance blow her south of happy, and she never sees the bright side of anything.”
― Liana Gardner, South of Happy

“It’s like blowing on embers. The past sparks to life and haunts you.”
― Liana Gardner, South of Happy

“Home. Such a small word—but meaning so much. I wasn’t headed toward home. I was getting farther and farther away with each passing mile.”
― Liana Gardner, Rain Falling on Embers

“A crowd began to gather round to watch the Heat begin.
They soon would learn which one would earn the famous Golden Fin!
The boards were tied to dolphin guides that pulled them like a sleigh
to what they called The Channel, every surfer's Dream Highway!”
― J.Z. Bingham

“Remember kid, you're only as sane as the people you choose to love.

Manny, Miracle at Margari Park”
― John J. Parrino, MIRACLE AT MARGARI PARK: Building Extraordinary Relationships

“Nigel half-smiled. How Stella's eyes sparkled in the firelight!
"I heard you play the violin very well."
"I play a few tunes."
Stella Chapman's voice tailed off, her red hair fell forward, screening her face.
"And you?" Billy said, diverting attention to the sandy-haired questioner. "What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?"
Nigel went quiet.
"Anything, I guess." He threw out his arms, his palms facing upward. How would they understand? Only he had lived his life.”
― Suzy Davies, The Girl in The Red Cape

“Are we nearly there now?" the bear asked, at regular intervals. His voice began to sound like a sigh because it was nearly time for lunch, and he wanted to stop by the sea.”
― Suzy Davies, Snugs The Snow Bear

“The very best children's stories are enjoyed by adults.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“You know what this means," Harrison said.
"It means no goodbye," Zoe said, feeling a smile rise up from inside her.
Pipsqueak nuzzled the top of her head.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Catalyst

“¿Has dormido alguna noche de verano al raso? Si no lo has hecho, no has vivido. Era lo que decía mi abuelo, a mi padre le parecía ridículo pero a mí me emocionaba; mi abuelo, y las cosas que contaba.”
― antonio heras, El beso de Judas

“Dos palabras que podrían haber significado mi felicidad, mi sueño cumplido; pero no supe aprovechar el momento, no acerté a adivinar en ellas lo que ahora distingo con nitidez.”
― Antonio Heras, El beso de Judas

“সুকুমা�� রায়কে 'হাসি�� কবিত��'�� গণ্ডির মধ্য�� ধর�� রাখা যায় না�� 'আবোল তাবো��', আমার প্রথ�� থেকে�� মন�� হয়েছে, বাংল�� ভাষা�� রীতিমত�� একটি কাব্যগ্রন্��, যাতে হাসি�� ছুতো কর��, ছব�� �� কৌতুকে�� সাহায্যে ভুলিয়�� এন��, শিশুদে�� এব�� বয়স্কদেরও কয়ে�� ফোঁট�� বিশুদ্�� কাব্যর�� অন্তঃস্থ কর�� দেওয়া হলো। 'মে��-মুলুকে ঝাপস�� রাতে রামধনুকে�� আবছায়াত��' বস�� 'আলোয�� ঢাকা অন্ধকারে'�� গন্ধ�� ঘন্টাধ্বনি শুনত�� পাবে�� কি কব�� ছাড়�� অন্য কে��? না কি অন্য কে�� 'পান্তভূতের জ্যান্�� ছানা'কে 'জোছন�� হাওয়া�� স্বপ্ন-ঘোড়��'য় চড়িয়�� দেবে��? তাঁক�� কব�� বল�� না-মানত�� হল�� "কব��" কথাটায�� অন্যায়ভাব�� সীমানা টানত�� হয়।

("বাংল�� শিশুসাহিত্��" প্রবন্�� থেকে)”
― Buddhadeva Bose, সাহিত্যচর্চা

“ছেলেমানু�� আর বুড়োমানুষ এক�� জগতে বা�� কর��, কিন্তু দুজনের দৃষ্টি সমান নয়। আমরা ছেলেবেলায় মাঝে-মাঝে যে অদ্ভুত লোকে�� সংস্পর্শ�� আস��, বড়ো হল�� তা ভুলে যাই। দৈবক্রমে কে��-কে�� বড়ো হয়ে�� বাল্যে�� দিব্যদৃষ্ট�� বজায�� রাখে��, এঁরা�� সার্থক শিশু-সাহিত্�� লিখত�� পারেন। লীলা মজুমদারে�� এই দুর্লভ বাল্যদৃষ্ট�� আছে। ছেলেমেয়ের�� এঁ�� লেখা পড়ে তৃপ্�� হব�� কারণ ইন�� তাদে�� চোখে�� দেখেছে��, তাদে�� ভাষাতে�� লিখেছেন। কথাচ্ছলে সদুপদে�� দেবা�� চেষ্টা করেননি��”
― Rajshekhar Basu

“Since then I've shared this insight
with those whose paths I've crossed:
When we unite and help each other,
fewer suffer loss.

Farewell, farewell,
my travel friend, whether great or small.
Remember always these five words:
We matter one and all.”
― Kirsten L. Marie, Rhyme of the Aged Hummingbird

“Adam lifted his hands and tried to gently capture the butterfly, but it floated away on the breeze. He trailed the creature along the streets, tripping over shop signs and uneven paving stones. He jostled and shoved and pushed through crowds. He pursued it past the Opera House and the deserted open
market.
It was ethereal.”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen