15 Quotes & Sayings By Katherine Catmull

That is what I love best about dreams, and about makings, good makings. They are folded-up buds of complications and mysteries, and if you stay with them patiently, they will unfold and unfold, and never stop unfolding. Dreams are flowers that never stop blooming. Katherine Catmull

A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children." "But they make no sense! " Summer protested "Ah, well, " said Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. Katherine Catmull

You don't drown because you can't breathe. You drown because you try to breathe what is not breathable. Katherine Catmull

On one of the right-side-up pages show wrote, with some difficulty, Know what roots know: there is only one tree. Katherine Catmull

She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes. Katherine Catmull

Well, I don't care, " said Bird out loud, said Bird, who cared so much that she couldn't bear to touch the hurt. "I don't care. I ran away from Summer, and I will make my own castle. I will be my own queen. Katherine Catmull

Have I heard all the stories I need to hear?" she asked, stupidly. But he answered as if it were a good question." No, you haven't. But you don't have time to hear any more from me. So listen for stories wherever you go. It won't always be someone telling them; sometimes they come in other ways. And Summer, when you tell yourself stories, make them true. And make them surprising. That's how you will know they might be true. Katherine Catmull

And I love everything on this changing, burning earth, but I am most grateful to you. Katherine Catmull

Finn said, “You feel the wind is a bully, beating you. But that is your seeing. That is your story, not the wind’s. To a bird who rides it, that wind is only a kind hand. Because the bird rides the wind’s power. Do you understand?” Clare, bitter, cold, and wind-battered, frowned stubbornly. “But a bird can fly. I can’t fly.” He turned to look at her, and his face was troubled. “If you cling to the safety of the rock, indeed you can’t. To fly, you open your arms and fall, heart first, trusting the wind to bear you up. That’s what the birds do. Katherine Catmull

Seeing is 'making, ' whether you see with your mind or your true self. Try to see with your self, your self and your beast together, and not your busy, frightened mind. Katherine Catmull

..said Finn..“Only remember, Clare. In a dream, what you want will come out, one way or the other. ”“So . So I should be careful about what I want, then, right?”“ No, you can’t be careful with what you want. Wanting isn’t a pet who stays at your heels; it’s a wild animal. You must become friendly with it. It will make an offer, and you will respond. Converse with what you want that way.”“ So what should I try to want? What should I look for?”“ Never look for what you should want and desire, but what you do want and desire. You should know that from your poetry. It is the only way to 'make' true. What you desire will appear, no matter how you try to erase or recolor it.”“ All right, ” said Clare. She turned her back on the ocean and the fire, and began to walk toward the dunes. . Katherine Catmull

We never really know what might me beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do Katherine Catmull

The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that. Katherine Catmull

She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way. Katherine Catmull