Her smile put the sunflower to shame.— Jerry Spinelli
The most unforgettable Jerry Spinelli quotes you will be delighted to read
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.
Life is populated with scarecrows—all those people and things that seem so scary and trouble our sleep. Isn't it nice to know that most of them turn out to be made of nothing but straw?
When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.
Don't confine yourself to a select group of friends, often known as a clique.
Cliques by definition leave people out. Lock yourself into one, and you'll never know how many terrific friendships you may be missing.
Peace and harmony do not require perfection.
Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.
He tapped my chest. 'Happy is here.' He tapped his own chest. 'Here.' I looked down past my chin. 'Inside?' 'Inside.' It was getting crowded in there. First angel. Now happy. It seemed there was more to me than cabbage and turnips.
Disagreement is not necessarily a reason to head for Splitsville.
In fact, a relationship without disagreement is probably too brittle to last. Some of the best human bonds are forged in the fire of disagreement.
Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar.
And feelings can't be scheduled.
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
A strong relationship is an honest relationship, and no honest relationship is all peaches and cream. Love is the key. Where love abides, anger is but a passing visitor.
Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are.
You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tommorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means "love of melons" or something. I looked it up. It means believing that "the self is the only reality." Am I solipsist?
Many girls have been romanced under the moon, and I don’t mean to say moonlight is overrated, but few I think have known the magic of a sunrise kiss.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew
Whom do I write for? I write for the story.
Each story, it seems to me, knows best how it should be told. As I once put my ear to the railroad track, I listen now for the voice of my story.
You haven't lived until you've basked in the adoration of people.
When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.
Did I ever tell you my pet peeve?' No,' I said.
People who dress up their pets to look like Little Lord Fauntleroys or cowboys, clowns, ballerinas. As if it's not enough just to be a dog or cat or turtle.
The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then - maybe - the earth will touch us. The universe will speak. The stars will whisper.
Peer pressure is just that: pressure.
Write what you care about. If you do that, you stand the best chance of doing your best writing.
One of the best things about life is friends.
We all agree on that. And yet our shyness with strangers often prevents friendship from ever gaining a foothold. If only we would realize that the other person is probably just as shy as we are and is simply waiting—and hoping—for us to make the first move.
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers.
Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
I'm Sorry are two of the most powerful words in our language, especially when they are not flipped blithely over the shoulder but spoken from the heart. They help restore order, balance, harmony. They reduce pain. They heal broken friendship. If they were medecine, they'd be called a miracle.
Why fit in when you're born to stand out?
I feel like I'm playing chess underwater.
The pieces keep floating away. I don't know where things are. I can't figure out tomorrow.
No one's hurt is too small, no worry too removed, no blessing so elusive that it cannot be seen by the eyes in the back of the human heart.
When was the last time you used the words 'teach me'? Maybe not since you started first grade? Here's an irony about school: The daily grind of tests, homework, and pressures sometimes blunts rather than stimulates a thirst for knowledge.
It’s really hard to do nothing totally.
Even just sitting here, like this, our bodies are churning, our minds are chattering. There’s a whole commotion going on inside us.
In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things.
I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.
Nothing’s more fun than being carried away.
It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.
This was the ghetto: where children grow down instead of up.
Hey, this is it—right now!—the time when you find out who you are and what you can do. And how will you ever know if you don't try new stuff?
As we meandered, she said my name three times: "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "That was better than TV." "It was." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Does the sun do that everyday?" "Yes." "Stargirl?" "Yes?" "Everyday is sun day.
Cross the creek on the stepping stones of your failures.
She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all you like and you'll never find Prince Charming. No knight on a white horse gallops into her dreams to carry her away. When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.
In every age there are plenty of people around to remind you what you cannot possibly do. Thank goodness, for these naysayers provide a priceless service: They spur...us to achieve great things.
I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark.
Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.
if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.
Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings.
She taught me to revel. She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh. My sense of humor had always measured up to everyone else's; but timid introverted me, I showed it sparingly: I was a smiler. In her presence I threw back my head and laughed out loud for the first time in my life
We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else.
.. flying away... flying away...
He said even if it's too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. "But that's the whole point," I said. "Seeing it." "Is it?" he said.
In my mind, I'm writing for everybody.
Best friends are always together, always whispering and laughing and running, always at each other's house, having dinner, sleeping over. They are practically adopted by each other's parents. You can't pry them apart.