“I don't see their fathers linin' up to get themselves killed by the Blaylocks!" Mom said, her voice strained and unsteady. "Where are the people who know how to use guns? Where are the hunters? Where're the big-talkin' men who say they've been in so many fights and they know how to use their fists and guns to solve every problem in this whole wide world?" "I don't know where they are." Dad scraped his chair back and stood up. "I just know where I am” InspirationalCourageCourageousCourage QuotesBoy S Life Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“...that in this town prostitutes may give sewing lessons to ladies of the church, pirates my be consulted for their opinions on seaworth by shipbuilders, Christians and Jews may stroll together on a Sunday, and Indians my play dice games with leatherstockings, but let one silver piece fall in a crack between two members of the same profession and it's bloody war.” LifeMoney Book:The Queen of Bedlam Source: The Queen of Bedlam
“Davy, ever the daring one, bought a jumbo peppermint milk shake and got fifty cents back. He talked me out of getting plain vanilla. “You can get plain vanilla anytime!” he said. “Try…” He scanned the chalkboard that listed all the flavors. “Try peanut butter!” I did. I have never been sorry, because it was the best milk shake I ever tasted, like a melted and frozen Reese’s cup. And then it happened. We were walking across the parking lot, under the burning sun, with our shakes freezing our hands in the big white paper cups that had Spinnin’ Wheel in red across the sides. A sound began: music, first from a few car radios and then others as teenaged fingers turned the dial to that station. The volume dials were cranked up, and the music flooded out from the tinny speakers into the bright summer air. In a few seconds the same song was being played from every radio on the lot, and as it played, some of the car engines started and revved up and young laughter flew like sparks. I stopped. Just couldn’t walk anymore. That music was unlike anything I’d ever heard: guys’ voices, intertwining, breaking apart, merging again in fantastic, otherworldly harmony. The voices soared up and up like happy birds, and underneath the harmony was a driving drumbeat and a twanging, gritty guitar that made cold chills skitter up and down my sunburned back. “What’s that, Davy?” I said. “What’s that song?” …Round…round…get around…wha wha wha-oooooo… “What’s that song?” I asked him, close to panic that I might never know. “Haven’t you heard that yet? All the high-school guys are singin’ it.” …Gettin’ bugged drivin’ up and down the same ol’ strip…I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip… “What’s the name of it?” I demanded, standing at the center of ecstasy. “It’s on the radio all the time. It’s called—” Right then the high-school kids in the lot started singing along with the music, some of them rocking their cars back and forth, and I stood with a peanut butter milk shake in my hand and the sun on my face and the clean chlorine smell of the swimming pool coming to me from across the street. “—by the Beach Boys,” Davy Ray finished. “What?” “The Beach Boys. That’s who’s singin’ it.” “Man!” I said. “That sounds…that sounds…” What would describe it? What word in the English language would speak of youth and hope and freedom and desire, of sweet wanderlust and burning blood? What word describes the brotherhood of buddies, and the feeling that as long as the music plays, you are part of that tough, rambling breed who will inherit the earth? “Cool,” Davy Ray supplied. It would have to do. …Yeah the bad guys know us and they leave us alone…I get arounnnnddddd… I was amazed. I was transported. Those soaring voices lifted me off the hot pavement, and I flew with them to a land unknown. I had never been to the beach before. I’d never seen the ocean, except for pictures in magazines and on TV and movies. The Beach Boys. Those harmonies thrilled my soul, and for a moment I wore a letter jacket and owned a red hotrod and had beautiful blondes begging for my attention and I got around.” MusicMagic Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's a disguise. It's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won't let them. They'd like to shake off every chain the world's put on them, take off their watches and neckties and Sunday shoes and return naked to the swimming hole, if just for one day. They'd like to feel free, and know that there's a momma and daddy at home who'll take care of things and love them no matter what. Even behind the face of the meanest man in the world is a scared little boy trying to wedge himself into a corner where he can't be hurt.” ChildrenTruthYouthAdultsAgingPhilosophy Of LifeAdulthoodGrowing OldPassing Of Time Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“— Но тебе, Кори, я хочу сказать одну вещь: не забывай. Не забывай, понимаешь? — Не забывать? Что? — Все, — ответила моя учительница. — Все, что видишь и видел вокруг себя каждую секунду своего детства. Попрощавшись с прошедшим днем, обязательно забери с собой его кусочек, каким бы этот кусочек ни казался простым и невзрачным, спрячь его в самый дальний уголок памяти и храни там как зеницу ока, как самое драгоценное сокровище. Потому что твоя память и есть самое ценное и вечное сокровище на свете. Память — это дверь в твое прошлое, Кори, где ты сможешь укрыться от невзгод настоящего и будущего и найти силы пережить трудности. Память — это твой учитель и воспитатель, который никогда не предаст тебя и будет всегда с тобой. Когда ты смотришь на что-то, помни, что смотреть просто так — это легкомысленное расточительство; ты должен видеть. Видеть во всех подробностях, во всех внутренних и внешних мелочах. Если ты попытаешься описать то, как ты видишь это в своей памяти, и поделишься своим сокровищем с другими, то станешь от этого еще богаче, уверяю тебя. Легче всего, Кори, пройти по жизни глухим, слепым и бесчувственным ко всему. К несчастью, таких людей большинство, они окружают нас со всех сторон и считают такое существование единственно верным и обыкновенным. Их немало вокруг тебя сейчас, и такие люди в основном встретятся тебе в будущем. Они бредут мимо чудес нашей жизни, робея и не решаясь поднять глаза или чуть-чуть приоткрыть уши, чтобы услышать прекрасную музыку, несущуюся со всех сторон. Но если ты поведешь себя мудро, то сможешь прожить тысячи жизней. Ты сможешь говорить с людьми, которых никогда не встречал и не встретишь, потому что их нет, сможешь побывать в краях, которых нет ни на одной карте мира.” LifeChildhoodMindfulness Book:Boy's Life Source: Boy's Life
“All life isn't hearts and flowers. But life is just as much pain and mess as it is joy and order, too. I guess when you make yourself realize that you.. .start growing up - Boy's Life” Boy S Life Author:Robert McCammon
“Remember everything and anything. Don't you go through a day without remembering something of it, and tucking that memory away like a treasure. Because it is. and memories are sweet doors, Cory. They're teachers and friends and disciplinarians. When you look at something don't just look. See it. Really, really see it. See it so when you write it down, somebody else can see it too.” Boy S Life Author:Robert McCammon