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
Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.
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Deborah Reber
There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
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Kate Dicamillo
If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.
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Shannon L. Alder
Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.
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Mandy Hale
If you truly want to be respected by people you love, you must prove to them that you can survive without them.
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Michael Bassey Johnson
More Quotes 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.
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...
You don't drown because you can't breathe. You drown because you try to breathe what is not breathable.
On one of the right-side-up pages show wrote, with some difficulty, Know what roots know: there is only one tree.
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...
