Ruta Sepetys quotes: wise famous quotes, sayings and quotations by Ruta Sepetys

Ruta Sepetys Famous Quotes & Sayings

Discover top inspirational quotes from Ruta Sepetys on Wise Famous Quotes.

What was creepier, a man who loved clip-on ties or a girl who kept a log of fantasy fathers hidden in her desk drawer?

Engrave your pieces, Jo, and they'll always find their way back to you, said Willie.

Guilt is a hunter. My conscience mocked me, picking fights like a petulant child. It's all your fault, the voice whispered. I

Whether love of friend, love of country, love of God, or even love of enemy - love reveals to us the truly miraculous nature of the human spirit.

It's crazy, but it's just money. There's lots of ways to get money,

So, you hate me?" He laughed.
How could Mother have tolerated Kretzsky? She claimed he had helped her.
"I hate me, too," he said.

You like me, Josie Moraine. You just don't know it yet.

It's safer for you to stay with the others,' he said.
Safer? He didn't realize.
I was already dead.

Perhaps tomorrow I would actually put pen to paper.

I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.

This was the type of man who looked at a picture on the wall and instead of admiring the photo, looked at his own reflection in the glass. I

How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.

Patrick wanted someone else. I wanted him to be happy, but why couldn't he be happy with me? I knew the answer. He couldn't choose me.

Shelves without books were lonely and just plain wrong.

Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.

I don't want to see no dead body. Willie ain't in there. She put her walkin' shoes on. She gone to see the Lord.

I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.

Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch.

Our sense of humor," said Mother, her eyes pooled with laughing tears. "They can't take that away from us, right?

Did war make us evil or just activate an evil already lurking within us? The

Well, I don't know, Lina. But let's just say I've met a lot of dead people.

My war had been so long, my winter so cold. But i had made it home. And for the first time in a long time, i was not afraid.

Yet amidst all that, life has spit in the eye of death.

Mrs. Rimas cried at the mention of the wafer and the traditional Christmas blessing. God grant that we are all together again next year.

Death, it seems, has a mind of its own.

She held her breath in one hand and her suitcase in the other.

But I had learned to read very young. They could never take that away from me.

I took many trips down to New Orleans trying to experience the city as deeply as possible. I'm from Detroit so New Orleans seemed very exotic to me.

A wrongdoing doesn't give us the right to do wrong.

She is you, she is your mother, your father, your country. She is Poland.

Fate is a hunter. Engines

Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.

Everyone has a price," she said.
"But clearly not everyone has a soul,

The Wilhelm Gustloff was pregnant with lost souls conceived of war. They would crowd into her belly and she would give birth to their freedom.

My sister and brother are both writers as well. We are constantly discussing story and plot lines. And I love to discuss story ideas with my husband.

What had human beings become? Did war make us evil or just activate an evil already lurking within us?

Papa said scientists speculated that from the moon, the earth looked blue. That night I believed it. I would draw it blue and heavy with tears.

War had bled color from everything, leaving nothing but a storm of gray.

Enough studying, Joana. Sometimes living life is more instructive than studying it.

Do you see, my dear? The proverbs are at play. 'I wept because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet.'" I

Evil will rule until good men or women choose to act.

We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean.

Hitler said KdF brought opportunity for everyone, all were equal. But how could all be equal if some were favored?

Through hardship to the stars

Light fell, and so did my confidence.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

Willie appeared completely calm about the news of Mother. She always said she could make tea in a tornado.

I looked back to the hole. What if we were digging our own grave?

Futile. She was telling me it was useless. That I was useless.

This town will eat you up if you're not careful. But I won't be here forever.

Some things just won't go away, no matter how hard you scrub.

Hope, like oxygen, is what kept her going.

I love Between shades of gray

Ships capacity: 1,463
Passengers on board: 10,573
Lifeboats: 22
But then I remembered.
Ten of the lifeboats were missing

Unless it was Cokie, gifts from men weren't free.

He said nothing, just pulled me down into his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

They were certainly a pair. Cincinnati in a dead man's suit, Mother in a dead man's wallet.

A wrongdoing doesn't give you the right to do wrong. You know that.

Somehow I had to turn the salted peanuts in the cigar box into petits fours.

Those memories, they are the coals that shield my heart from frost.

But we escaped into a stillness within ourselves. We found strenght there.

The evening breeze floated through the open window over my desk, waltzing the curtain from side to side.

He wasn't ugly, but if he picked a flower, I was fairly certain it would die in his hand.

Mother, why are you breaking your beautiful things?' I asked ...
'Because I love them so much.

Andrius, I'm ... scared."
He stopped and turned to me. "No. Don't be scared. Don't give them anything Lina, not even your fear.

I watched from the raft as the beautiful deep began to swallow the massive boat of steel.
In one large gulp." Emilia p341

Tragedy was a big social event, and everyone wanted in on it.

I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless friend and I wanted to leave her.

Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.

Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.

For some reason, my hair always looked best right before bed, and what good was that?

Decisions, they shape our destiny.

A woman nearby fell to her knees, sobbing. 'They say I can only choose one child for the ship. How can I choose? Please don't make me choose.

I've got a business to run. Elmo's bringing over a new bed frame. Dora broke her's last night. That girl should be in a side show, not a whorehouse.

your shoes are carrying your most valuable possession - your life. Do not delay. Everything else can be replaced,

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

I had said too much. He was giving me the look. I hated the look. It was the "You've had it tough, huh, kid?" look. It made me feel pathetic.

A wrongdoing doesn't give us the rifht to do wrong.

You stand for what is right, Lina, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.

You see, fear is a hunter. It encircles us when we are unarmed and least expect it. And then we are forced to make decisions.

Massachusetts has no idea what's coming for them. I bet you'll be the first Mae West they've ever had.

And there Emilia rests. She is safe. She is loved. Affectionately, Clara Christensen

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters' lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

Seagulls were the souls of dead soldiers. Owls were the souls of women. Doves were the recently departed souls of unmarried girls. Was

the poet Emerson said that when we have worn out our shoes, the strength of the journey has passed into our body.

A tiny sliver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon.

Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?

Writers of historical fiction would be lost without libraries and archives.

He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot.
We were about to become cigarettes.

They chose hope over hate and showed the world that even through the darkest night, there is light.

We're dealing with two devils who both want to rule hell.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be taken by anybody else, these pages must be shown.

The recruit was screaming. Veins bulged in his neck. His mouth contorted as he summoned all of his strength to roar one, single word. Joana.

They drink like fish and ask the most probing questions."
"Welcome to the South." Patrick laughed.

Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever . . . it will never pass into nothingness.

No Son [ ... ] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul.

Can it really be so hard to die?

Fear is a hunter. But

Did you ever wonder what a human life is worth?