Jane Yolen Quotes

Everything can be taken from you in a second, but the human spirit is so strong. War can teach you so much about evil, and so much about good.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

I cannot lose the one thing that keeps me alive : hope -

I am what survives of me.

Well, I'm still breathing.

Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.

With, or despite our scars, we stay alive.

Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.' Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.

The darkest minds never fade in the afterlight.

As long as hope remains and meaning is preserved, the possibility of overcoming oppression stays alive.

A scar is not always a flaw. Sometimes a scar may be redemption inscribed in the flesh, a memorial to something endured, to something lost.

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

When you have life, you can weather any storm. You're breathing. You have life.

All of us are survivors, but how many of us transcend survival?

We are fighters and survivors. We are here. We are alive and breathing, living and loving, birthing and caring, working and earning. The sky is above us. The earth is below us. We can never be poor. ~ NanaAnna

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.

I think part of a hero construct is overcoming loss, or being abandoned, or having to make your own way in the world.

I am invincible, as long as I'm alive.

Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.

But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable.

Life often seems like a long shipwreck of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love. - The shores of existence are strewn with them.

I will survive For as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive.

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend?

Life is still life, whatever its pangs; our eyes and ears and their use remain with us, though the prospect of what pleases be wholly withdrawn, and the sound of what consoles must be silenced.