“His eyes were sharp but kind, and it seemed to amuse him to see children misbehave when he knew that deep down they didn't really want to misbehave, but were just feeling lonely or misunderstood or wanted to go outside… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“There were times, in the beginning, when I used my journal as a wailing wall, but I learned not to immortalize the darkness. Rereading… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“I can feel my heart growing daily, which has its uncomfortable aspects, as if it could fall with the weight of love and break.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“His eyes were sharp but kind, and it seemed to amuse him to see children misbehave when he knew that deep down they didn't… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Writing is not only a reflection of what one thinks and feels but a rope one weaves with words that can lower you below… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Everything we are given or learn or possess in any real sense - - the ability to play Beethoven sonata, write books, understand the… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Writing is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“During this week, Ragan has experience a bit of insecurity with me, the result of my being quieter than usual, which he interprets as… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can’t send any other way can be heard.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
