Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
Jacqueline WoodsonRacism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might.
Jacqueline WoodsonAnd when I can't speak it, I write it down. I wish I was different. Wish I was taller, smarter, could talk out loud the way I write things down. I wish I didn't always feel like I was on the outside, looking in like a Peeping Tom.
Jacqueline WoodsonMama says it's okay to be on the quiet side—if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.
Jacqueline WoodsonNo one stops to think, though—that maybe there is a reason for the darkness. Maybe people have to be reminded of it—of its power. At night, we go to sleep against the darkness. And if we wake up before morning, a lot of times we're afraid. We need it all though—the darkness and the light.
Jacqueline WoodsonIn all your getting, get understanding.
Jacqueline WoodsonMots clés identity life-experience
My mamma says I shouldn't go on the other side".... My mama says the same thing. But she never said nothing about sitting on it
Jacqueline WoodsonSomeday somebody's going to come along and knock this old fence down.
Jacqueline WoodsonMots clés chidlren-s-books
I'm gonna kiss you in each room," he said. "Then it's dinnertime."
"How many rooms to this place?" Ellie asked, her eyes wide.
Miah shrugged. "I'm not counting.
I don't know," he said softly. "I look into the future and I don't see anything else. It's like it's this big blank space where I should be.
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