“Precise, graceful, and generous, the poems in SuperLoop, seem to be born out of a deep, careful attention and a profound compassion. Sometimes the quiet observer, sometimes the kid in the center of the messed-up carnival, these poems are the fireflies you’ve missed all winter, the longed-for return of the bees. Unaffected and inherently hopeful, Callihan’s work is as merciful as it is moving.” SometimesSeemsKidsMovingBornAttentionCompassionReturnQuietProfoundWinterCarefulGenerousHopefulBeesPreciseObserversMercifulMessed UpFireflyCarnivals Author:Ada Limon
“Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- honesty and hard work, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded, then, is a return to these truths.” MayHas BeensHardPlayValuesForceChallengesProgressHonestyHard WorkDependsReturnQuietFairsInstrumentsCuriosityLoyaltyToleranceInaugurationInauguralFair Play Author:Barack Obama
“It has been strange to me to return to life and to feel that I have any sympathy with human beings, after the long interval of quiet and indifference which succeeded my marriage.” FeelsHumansLongHas BeensHuman BeingsStrangeReturnQuietIndifferenceIntervals Author:Julia Ward Howe
“Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” KnowsMenLittlesDoeEnoughEarthPurposeBrainSunFlowerReturnQuietSpringEmptyHotSmellOpeningFlightCupsHillsIdiotNecksAprilStairsBabblingMaggotsCrocusesEmpty Cup Book:Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition Source: Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition
“Childhood romances always seem so real, so enduring, when we are separated from the object of our affection. But usually, when we return, we find that our dreams and memories quiet surpassed reality. -Lady Anne, Whitney's aunt” RealDreamRealitySeemsRomanceMemoriesChildhoodObjectsReturnQuietEndureAffectionOur DreamsAuntWhitney Author:Judith McNaught
“Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.” TryingWarDoneMomentsFacesNamesLeftVoiceMemoriesBehindsHappenedReturnQuietIllusionPassingPassingsConvinceNightmareLeft BehindForgetfulnessNo MemoryConvince Us Author:Carlos Ruiz Zafon
“"I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.” KnowsTryingSaidDifferentHateRoomsDoorsLove YouReturnDadQuietI HateMy DadSupposed To BeMy SisterFreakHate YouPillowI Hate You Author:Stephen Chbosky