“I got through so much ink in the learning that the inkseller took to knocking at least once a week on the garden door. He had a gray solemn face that looked as if it was chiseled out of stone;… — Sally Gardner Copy Share
Honestly, I had no idea that the heart could cause such trouble and strife. It could be broken and still mend. It could be… — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
“Do you think we are puppets in the hand of destiny or do we have the power to change our fate” — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
“I got through so much ink in the learning that the inkseller took to knocking at least once a week on the garden door. He had a gray solemn face that looked as if it was chiseled out of stone; he was stooped down like the letter C, as if he were Atlas carrying the weight of the world in… — Sally Gardner Copy Share
“Wouldn't it be good if we could let teachers do what they do best - teach. Not judge each child on a series of standardized exams. Let schools embrace, not exclude, those like me with a different way of thinking. Stop praising literacy with one hand and closing libraries with the other. Let librarians be free to do what they… — Sally Gardner Copy Share
“Furniture, my good husband," she said, her mouth full of food, "that be too pretty is without pure thought. Tables with turned and carved legs only encourage the devil to dine." My father stared at her, bewildered. This house needs to be made ready for the second coming of the Lord Jesus Christ, for when he returns to our fair… — Sally Gardner Copy Share
“In another country where the buildings don't stop rising until they pinthe clouds to the sky.” — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
“Few people can claim they are born into the right period of history. Most of us have to make do with the times we… — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
“He stroked Sido's cheek and bent down to kiss her, whispering what his heart had always known, what he had never said before to… — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
“Tú me diste botas espaciales para que pudiera caminar por otros planetas. Sin ti me siento perdido. No sé si tirar a la derecha… — Sally Gardner Copy Share Image
