Quotes from Natalie Babbitt

We human beings do a lot of dumb things, and war is certainly the dumbest.

Do not fear death... only the unlived life. You don't have to live forever; You just have to live.

Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.

Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.

Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short. You got to take what comes.

Everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. That's the way it's supposed to be. That's the way it is.

You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.

dont be afraid of death, be afraid of the unlived life.

For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.

Nothing seems interesting when it belongs to you, only when it doesn't."---Tuck Everlasting

Don't fear death, fear the un-lived life

And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.

The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. How deep, after all, can it go? If a person owns a piece of land, does he own it all the way down, in ever narrowing dimensions, till it meets all other pieces at the center of the earth? Or does ownership consist only of a thin crust under which the friendly worms have never heard of trespassing?

But dying's part of the wheel, right there next to being born. You can't pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest. Being part of the whole thing, that's the blessing.

Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don't have to live forever. You just have to live.

Well, thought Winnie, crossing her arms on the windowsill, she was different. Things had happened to her that were hers alone, and had nothing to do with them. It was the first time. And no amount of telling about it could help them understand or share what she felt. It was satisfying and lonely, both at once.

No connection, you would agree. But things can come together in strange ways. The wood was at the center, the hub of the wheel. All wheels must have a hub. A ferris wheel has one, as the sun is the hub of the wheeling calendar. Fixed points they are, and best left undisturbed, for without them, nothing holds together. But sometimes people find this out too late.

For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood.

with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

Closing the gate on her oldest fears as she had closed the gate of her own fenced yard, she discovered the wings she'd always wished she had.

You dont have to live forever just live.

I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting - something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much.