One day," she told us, "you'll have to leave here and go out into the big world out there and earn your living like everyone else. To do that you need to learn. The more you learn now, the more interesting your life will be.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: learning letting-go
When you're young you can't work out the age of an adult - they're just quite old, old, or very old.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: age
Death, I discovered that day, is not frightening, because it is utterly still. And it is still because death, when it comes, is always over. There's only terror in it if you fear it and ever since my first death, Wes' death, I have never feared it. It is simply the end of a story, and if you've loved the story then it is sad. And sometimes, as it was with Wes, it is an agony of sadness.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: death
If there's one thing I can't abide it's fanatics of any kind, and religious ones are the worst of all.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: religion
There's room for all sorts of magic and miracles in this world - that's what I think.
Michael MorpurgoIf it is possible to be happy in the middle of a nightmare, then Topthorn and I were happy that summer.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: happiness war summertime
I looked out over no-man's land where Charlie had died. They lay as if they'd been heaped against the wire by the wind, and Charlie, I knew, was one of them. I wondered what I would write to Molly and Mother. I could hear Mother's voice in my head, hear her telling Big Joe how Charlie would not be coming back, how he had gone to Heaven to be with Father and Bertha. Big Joe would be sad. He would hum Oranges and Lemons mournfully up his tree. But after a few days his faith would comfort him. He would believe absolutely that Charlie was up there in the blue of Heaven, high above the church tower somewhere. I envied him that. I could no longer even pretend to myself that I believed in a merciful god, nor in a heaven, not anymore, not after I had seen what men could do to one another. I could believe only in the hell I was living in, a hell on earth, and it was man-made, not God-made.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: private-peaceful
They fight a war and they don't know what for. Isn't that crazy? How can one man kill another and not really know the reason why he does it, except that the other man wears a different color uniform and speaks a different language?
Michael MorpurgoWhen people make wars, they make refugees.
Michael MorpurgoLife must not be spent always hoping, always waiting. Life is for living. -Kensuke
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