Shannon Hale Quotes

Biography

Type: Novelist

Born: January 26, 1974

Died:

Shannon Hale is the New York Times best-selling author of six young adult novels: the Newbery Honor book "Princess Academy", multiple award winner Book of a Thousand Days, and the highly acclaimed "Books of Bayern" series. She has written three books for adults, including "Midnight in Austenland ", companion book to Austenland.

Shannon Hale Quotes

Being a writer is a good, good thing.

I'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as though he forgot he was looking, as though he did not wish to do anything else. She looked back. Her took heart took its time quieting down.

I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-"
"It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

You saw my leg?"
"How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.

I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.

I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine."
"Bayern's Own? But you're a child."
Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was.
It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

I do like the world quite a lot.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

Look no farther than your hand,
Make a choice and take a stand.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second, but I know I would crumble if I lost you.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real - fantasy is the opiate of women.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

We found it!" Charlotte yelled, as they ran back through the house. "We found it, we found it!"

Eddie, Mr. Mallery, and Colonel Andrews came from separate directions, converging in the front hall. Miss Charming was hopping up and down, her bosom nearly rising to slap her own forehead.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

The point of education is to learn other ways too. Don't just assume that all you know is right. Learn more and then chose.

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna

Over there!"
"Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

Reading a book is like going on a great journey. You don't know what'll happen, but something is bound to change. And for me, that change has always been good.

Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly."
No, I'm not," said Ani.
Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?

I was thinking how you can't tell if a person's beautiful or not by her shadow...

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.

Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand.
“No, thank you.” Miri smiled.
The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance.
Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.

Gerti didn’t ask for help.” Miri swallowed and tried to calm her quavering voice. “It was my fault.”
“So it was. Now you all have learned that those who speak out of turn choose punishment for themselves and anyone they speak to.”
“So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?

Do you know the feeling you get when you are awakened in the middle of a dream? The dream story is still real and full of color, but the waking world is rushing back into your mind. And for a moment both worlds are true, and you cannot quite tell them apart.

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

It's good to cry a bit, 'cause that helps us get through the rough parts. And the winter is though, there's no doubt. But we just hang on until spring when that ache will be all but swallowed up.

Life feels like fall of itself.”
“'A dream within a dream.”
“And I want to wake up.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

My friends call me by my name."
"You don't have any friends."
"I don't want you to be my friend, Selia, or my servant, not now. I thought you were both. You have let me know I was wrong. So are you to treat me so. You are wrong.

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.

Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.

Courage is not fearlessness.

Jane Austen had created six heroines, each quite different, and that gave Charlotte courage. There wasn't just one kind of woman to be.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.

I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

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