Katherine Rundell Quotes & Sayings

Only weak thinkers do not love the sky. — Katherine Rundell

It was never too late, she said, to turn a living thing around, and a garden was the most living of things. — Katherine Rundell

If, when reading and walking at the same time, he bumped into a lamppost, he would apologize and check that the lamppost was unhurt. — Katherine Rundell

he had kindness where other people had lungs, — Katherine Rundell

It's dancing! It's magical, actually. A kind of slowish magic. Like writing with your feet. — Katherine Rundell

You have been the great green adventure of my life. Without you my days would be unlit. — Katherine Rundell

Feo shook her head; she couldn't speak. The moments in which the world turns suddenly kind can feel like a punctured lung. She stood in the marble hall and cried until tears flooded down her nose and chin and dropped on to the heads of the two bloodstained wolves at her feet. — Katherine Rundell

Sometimes it seemed difficult for the adults in Sophie's life to tell between 'carried away' and 'absolutely correct but unbelieved. — Katherine Rundell

I might not have told you if I'd known why you were asking. — Katherine Rundell

Never ignore a possible. ~Charles — Katherine Rundell

But those coins are wishes! You're stealing other people's wishes!"
The look Matteo gave her was so flinty, she could have chipped a tooth on it. "If you have money to waste on wishes, you don't need the wishes as badly as I need the money. — Katherine Rundell

Neither could speak. It was the day that a silence settled on the pair of them, and they were bound close by it. Will felt, in that moment, too small to face such misery, but she knew that she would have to expand now, with a terrible rush, to fill the empty space. — Katherine Rundell

She hated official letters. They made her feel nervous. The people who wrote them sounded like they had filing cabinets where their hearts should be. — Katherine Rundell

Adults are taught not to believe anything unless it is boring or ugly. — Katherine Rundell

Intoxicated with her success and his awed eyes, and with the way the wind rushed by and flicked delicate strands of saliva across her cheeks, Will spread out her arms, spun in a pirouette. Shumba chose that moment to stumble over a rabbit hole and with a terrific crash, that sounded and resounded for miles and miles of flei, Will fell into the long grass. — Katherine Rundell

No harm in listening. Alexei's a child, not a wizard. We don't lose control of our brains by listening. — Katherine Rundell

You will never be tougher than you are now. Children are the toughest creatures on the planet. They endure. — Katherine Rundell

Perhaps, she thought, that's what love does. It's not there to make you feel special. It's to make you brave. It was like a ration pack in the desert, she thought, like a box of matches in a dark wood. Love and courage, thought Sophie - two words for the same thing. — Katherine Rundell

I do, I'm afraid, understand books far more readily than I understand people. Books are so easy to get along with. — Katherine Rundell

But it's a child! You're a man!"
"Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician. — Katherine Rundell

It is difficult to believe extraordinary things. — Katherine Rundell

A beetle lumbered up onto her arm, and she stilled herself, enjoying the tickling feeling of its thread-thin feet. It was deep green with shimmers of blue and turquoise, with pitch-black legs. She kissed it very softly. If happiness were a color, it would be the color of this beetle, thought Wil. — Katherine Rundell

The baby was almost certainly one year old. They knew this because of the red rosette pinned to her front, which read, 1!
"Or rather," said Charles Maxim, "the child is either one year old or she has come first in a competition. I believe babies are rarely keen participants in competitive sport. Shall we therefore assume it is the former? — Katherine Rundell

Governments can do both great and stupid things. — Katherine Rundell

Wolves, and stars, and snow: Those things made sense. — Katherine Rundell

You look as though you own a minimum of one pony. — Katherine Rundell

It's inhuman to take your books away before you know the end. — Katherine Rundell

Sophie and Charles did not live neatly, but neatness, Sophie thought, was not necessary for happiness. — Katherine Rundell

Books crowbar the world open for you. — Katherine Rundell

Let me introduce you. Sophie, this is Miss Eliot, from the National Childcare Agency. Miss Eliot, this is Sophie, from the ocean. — Katherine Rundell

He told her about the small officers' library, too, from which he sometimes stole books. 'They're the only good thing about the whole place. I sleep with a dictionary under my pillow, sometimes. Just to remind me that there are more words in the world than 'Come here, boy. — Katherine Rundell

You shouldn't say what you don't mean — Katherine Rundell

Feo wished she could explain - that the beauty of the world is itself a kind of company, and they lived in one of the most beautiful spots in the world. 'You can make the snow a kind of friend, if you know how. — Katherine Rundell

He was thirty-six years old, and six foot three. He spoke English to people and French to cats, and Latin to the birds. He had once nearly killed himself trying to read and ride a horse at the same time. — Katherine Rundell

Oh.' A syllable can express a great deal. Will's sounded of resignation but also of swear words, and the smell of rotting vegetation, and wary amusement and bitten fingernails. — Katherine Rundell

Reading is almost exactly like a cartwheel; it turns the world upside down and leaves you breathless — Katherine Rundell

I know these sorts of people. They're not men. They're mustaches with idiots attached. — Katherine Rundell

People say we can't do anything about the way the world is; they say it's set in stone. I say it looks like stone, but it's mostly paint and cardboard. — Katherine Rundell

It's like they've forgotten everything important, isn't it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist. — Katherine Rundell

Stories can start revolutions. — Katherine Rundell

The set of her chin suggested she might have slain a dragon before breakfast. The look in her eyes suggested she might, in fact, have eaten it. The — Katherine Rundell

It's like eight thousand birds, Charles! Charles! Isn't it like eight thousand birds? — Katherine Rundell

Cowardice is for cowards. Fear is for people with brains and eyes and functioning nerve endings. — Katherine Rundell

Wolves are the witches of the animal world. — Katherine Rundell

Humans, on the whole, Feo could take or leave; there was only one person she loved properly, with the sort of fierce pride that gets people into trouble, or prison, or history books. — Katherine Rundell

To the three men in gray coats and golden buttons just cresting the hill, the pantomime was a strange one. The speck of green merged with the gray, and the black with the flash of red, as they shot off toward north. — Katherine Rundell

Her voice, he thought, was like water running over pebbles in sunshine. — Katherine Rundell

I think, actually, everyone starts out with some strange in them. It's just whether or not you decide to keep it. — Katherine Rundell

It was what her mother had always been. A place to put down her heart. A resting stop to recover her breath. A set of stars and maps. — Katherine Rundell