What did Richard Peck mean by: I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing. Richard Peck Author · USA Copy
The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Richard Peck, Progress, Reflection, Resilience, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
+ Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer. Feraz Zeid, October 7, 2023January 2, 2025, Richard Peck, Creativity, Inspiration, Transformation, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
I read because one life isn’t enough and in the pages of a book, I can be anybody. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Richard Peck, Escape, Identity, Imagination, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Richard Peck, Growth, Perception, Time, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
+ Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep. Feraz Zeid, October 23, 2023January 2, 2025, Richard Peck, Difficulty, Fame, Secrets, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
+ If you’re going to read minds, start with a simple one. Feraz Zeid, October 19, 2023January 2, 2025, Richard Peck, Humor, Mind-reading, Simplicity, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
+ But put two librarians’ heads together, and mountains move. Feraz Zeid, August 14, 2023January 2, 2025, Richard Peck, Collaboration, Knowledge, Progress, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
+ Only the nonreader fears books. Feraz Zeid, June 29, 2023January 2, 2025, Richard Peck, Fear, Ignorance, Knowledge, 0 Richard Peck Author · USA
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. Jean Paul Writer · Germany
