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368 pages, Paperback
First published March 29, 2013
“Why don’t you focus more on where you’re going and less on where you came from? Why don’t you focus more on what makes you brilliant and less on what makes you angry?”
‘Life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.’
“I was scarred, but I was not broken. Beneath my insecurities, beneath my pain, beneath my struggle, beneath it all, I was still whole"
“I keep wishing you had a better life... a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue. And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
“Girls like me notice guys like you. We just don’t think we deserve them.”
“Once upon a time there was a little bird who was placed into a nest. Wanted. Cherished. Unafraid, because she knew she was a hawk, a beautiful bird, worth of awe, deserving of love...”
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird who was pushed from the nest, unwanted. Discarded.”
“My job this year is to introduce you to stories that open your mind to a broader world – a colorful history – and to help you see the connections to your own life.”
“Why don't you focus more on what makes you brilliant and less on what makes you angry? You are missing a key element to the story...”
“Loving someone means putting their needs above your own. No matter what. Somehow, you figured that out. I'll be damned if I know how, but you did.”
“And in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss.”
“I keep wishing you had had a better life . . . a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue.” He looked at me then. “And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
“Luckily, the picture wasn't damaged. We were still whole beneath the jagged scar. I stopped, considering. I was scarred, but I was not broken. Beneath my wounds I was still whole. Beneath my insecurities, beneath my pain, beneath my struggle, beneath it all, I was still whole.”
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?
- Emily Dickinson
Once upon a time there was a little blackbird who was pushed out of the nest, unwanted. Discarded...
I wanted to hate him because he was beautiful in a way I would never be.
God? I'm ugly inside. And it's not my fault. You know it's not.
There's no sense in running from the past. We can't throw it away or pretend it didn't happen, Miss Echohawk. But maybe we can learn something from it. You have an interesting story, and I'd like you to tell me more...
The feeling grew. It wasn’t grief and it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t despair or even remorse. It felt like . . . love.
Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.
It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a show, it was ours, and the room around us did not exist.
It was achingly lovely. It was piercing, yet sweet. Powerful, yet simple.
I have no idea why I waited this long to read this book. It's beautifully told and quite evocative and I am in awe of Ms Harmon's talent.
“I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too?”
“Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.”
Once upon a time...there was a little blackbird, pushed from the nest. Unwanted. Discarded.
"Life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying."
“I keep wishing you had a better life... a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue. And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
"There's no sense in running from the past. We can't throw it away or pretend it didn't happen, Miss Echohawk. But maybe we can learn something from it."
“Girls like me notice guys like you. We just don’t think we deserve them.”
“I’m nobody!
Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us— don’t tell
They’d banish us, you know."
...as different as Wilson was from all the boys I’d ever known. And it wasn’t just the way he talked. It was him. His light and his intensity. And I hated him for it.
“There’s no sense in running from the past. We can’t throw it away or pretend it didn’t happen, Miss Echohawk. But maybe we can learn something from it. You have an interesting story, and I’d like you to tell me more.”
“I was afraid, Blue,” he repeated, insistent. “You’ve been through so much. And I am half mad over you. I don’t think you are ready for the way I feel.”
"Just when I think I know all there is to know, you reveal something that absolutely guts me. I don’t know how you’ve survived, Echohawk. I really don’t. The fact that you’re still making jokes and wishing on streetlights is a bit of a miracle.”
“And I love you . . . most ardently,” he responded, twisting my hair in his hands and pulling me toward him.
“Pride and Prejudice?”
“How did you know?” he smiled.
“I have a thing for Mr. Darcy.”
“Why don’t you focus on where you’re going and less on where you came from?”
“Once upon a time
there was a little blackbird,
pushed from the nest.
Unwanted.
Discarded.”
“What we believe affects our lives in a very real way. What we believe affects our choices, our actions, and subsequently, our lives.”
“I keep wishing you had a better life… a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue… And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
Redemption, Resolution, Revelation.
Once upon a time . . . there was a little blackbird,. . . pushed out of the nest, unwanted."
Jimmy's little blackbird died a slow and painful death. In her place I built a gaudy, colorful, blue bird. A loud, obnoxious peacock with bright feathers, who dressed to call attention to her beauty at every moment, and craved affection. But it was all just a bright disguise.
Once upon a time there was a little bird who was placed in a nest. Wanted. Cherished. Unafraid, because she knew she was a hawk, a beautiful bird, worthy of awe, deserving of love.
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed from the nest, unwanted. Discarded. Then a Hawk found her and swooped her up and carried her away, giving her a home in his nest, teaching her to fly. But one day the Hawk didn't come home, and the little bird was alone again, unwanted. She wanted to fly away.”
“One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying”~ Joan of Arc
“That's the beauty of art,” everyone has their own interpretation.”
“He had become the most relevant thing in my life. Redemption, resolution, revelation, and now relevance.”
“Once upon a time…there was a little blackbird, pushed from the nest. Unwanted. Discarded”
“You’re wrong about one thing, though. Girls like me notice guys like you. We just don’t think we deserve them.”
“Someone told me once that to create true art you must be willing to bleed and let others watch.”
"¡No soy nadie! ¿Quién eres?
¿Eres nadie, también?
Entonces hay un par de nosotros.
No lo digas, ellos nos destruirían, ya sabes."
"—La belleza de ese poema es que todo el mundo puede relacionarse, porque todos nos sentimos como nadie. Todos nos sentimos como si estuviéramos en el exterior, mirando hacia dentro. Todos nos sentimos dispersos. Pero creo que es esa autoconciencia la que en realidad nos hace alguien. Y tú eres definitivamente alguien, Blue. Puede que no seas una obra de arte, pero sin duda eres una pieza de trabajo."