Fabiola Schellhammer > Fabiola's Quotes

“And we can’t prepare children for a better world unless we build that world with them.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“Belonging means being part of a place and part of a community, to feel at home with the earth and with one another.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“The softest chapter may hold the hardest truth: that without love - visible in systems, in culture, in daily life - nothing holds.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“The schools of the future will not only teach how to think but how to be, in a world where information is infinite but wisdom is rare.”
― Fons Burger, The Only Possible Solution: How to Shape the Future for Our Next Generations

“I know the ship's sounds the way a person knows their own heartbeat not consciously, until something changes.”
― Steven Decker, MOTE: SCIFI ADVENTURE SERIES

“But the longing was there. That inexplicable human conviction, older than language, that the stars are not simply out there that they are, in some way that resists articulation, home.”
― Steven Decker, MOTE: SCIFI ADVENTURE SERIES

“I felt it as a G-force that building pressure that starts in your chest and spreads outward, reminding you that you have mass and the universe has more.”
― Steven Decker, MOTE: SCIFI ADVENTURE SERIES

“The moment when the silence ends is always different, but the look on people's faces when it does that is always the same too.”
― Steven Decker, MOTE: SCIFI ADVENTURE SERIES

“Which is the greater sin? To care too much? Or too little?”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Snake Street is an area I should avoid. Yet that night I was drawn there as surely as if I had an appointment. 
The Snake House is shabby on the outside to hide the wealth within. Everyone knows of the wealth, but facades, like the park’s wall, must be maintained. A lantern hung from the porch eaves. A sign, written in Utte, read ‘Kinship of the Serpent’. I stared at that sign, at that porch, at the door with its twisted handle, and wondered what the people inside would do if I entered. Would they remember me? Greet me as Kin? Or drive me out and curse me for faking my death?  Worse, would they expect me to redon the life I’ve shed? Staring at that sign, I pissed in the street like the Mearan savage I’ve become.
As I started to leave, I saw a woman sitting in the gutter. Her lamp attracted me. A memsa’s lamp, three tiny flames to signify the Holy Trinity of Faith, Purity, and Knowledge.  The woman wasn’t a memsa. Her young face was bruised and a gash on her throat had bloodied her clothing. Had she not been calmly assessing me, I would have believed the wound to be mortal. I offered her a copper. 
She refused, “I take naught for naught,” and began to remove trinkets from a cloth bag, displaying them for sale.
Her Utte accent had been enough to earn my coin. But to assuage her pride I commented on each of her worthless treasures, fighting the urge to speak Utte. (I spoke Universal with the accent of an upper class Mearan though I wondered if she had seen me wetting the cobblestones like a shameless commoner.) After she had arranged her wares, she looked up at me. “What do you desire, O Noble Born?”
I laughed, certain now that she had seen my act in front of the Snake House and, letting my accent match the coarseness of my dress, I again offered the copper.
 “Nay, Noble One. You must choose.” She lifted a strand of red beads. “These to adorn your lady’s bosom?”
            I shook my head. I wanted her lamp. But to steal the light from this woman ... I couldn’t ask for it. She reached into her bag once more and withdrew a book, leather-bound, the pages gilded on the edges. “Be this worthy of desire, Noble Born?”
 I stood stunned a moment, then touched the crescent stamped into the leather and asked if she’d stolen the book. She denied it. I’ve had the Training; she spoke truth. Yet how could she have come by a book bearing the Royal Seal of the Haesyl Line? I opened it. The pages were blank.
“Take it,” she urged. “Record your deeds for study. Lo, the steps of your life mark the journey of your soul.”
  I told her I couldn’t afford the book, but she smiled as if poverty were a blessing and said, “The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”
  So I bought this journal. I hide it under my mattress. When I lie awake at night, I feel the journal beneath my back and think of the woman who sold it to me. Damn her. She plagues my soul. I promised to return the next night, but I didn’t. I promised to record my deeds. But I can’t. The price is too high.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I just want to be me, Daisy, not Mrs Somebody Else.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“I would rather a kind man who was not so handsome, than a handsome man who was not so kind.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“Start with a question and see what unfolds as the journey progresses.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“For all their beauty, flowers and plants have no vanity.”
― Al Campbell, The Daisy Chain

“Until the lions have their own historians”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Granite Key

“I understand books. I do not understand the world.”
― N.S. Wikarski, The Granite Key

“A story is not only what it says. A story is what it does. It infects. Then it propagates.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In

“Every story worth a damn is about getting inside someone else’s skin and living there. Not observing. Not empathizing. Living there. The rest is furniture.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In

“In public, she always won by being the first person to tell the story.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In

“I had walked through a door he’d simply left open. And I’d done it voluntarily, glass of scotch in hand, thinking I was the one in control.” “The world kept rearranging itself while I wasn’t looking.”
― J.K. Franko, What You Let In

“After wriggling over multiple keys, Anna shut the computer as if locking away an explosive device.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Puzzlement radiated from them, thought Mary, as if not recognizing that the beings staring at back at them were human.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Closed curtains subdued the storm noises, as if the cloth and glass really were a protective shell for Holywell.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Not your usual conman, Edward Kelley,” Anna remarked, putting Caroline’s phone on the bed. “Our Dee’s link to Renaissance Kelley is part of what I’ve been doing with John and Linda. While you slept, Mary, we discovered how in the 1500s Edward Kelley and John Dee toured Europe. Their magical performances kings and emperors produced a sensation.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Mary continued. “Irina flying, Mr. Dee, takes us to meeting you over Swan Lake at Greenwich. You were to act the sorcerer, the man magicking girls into swans. You are a sorcerer, you say. Did you turn Irina Prince into a swan? Did you make her believe she could fly?”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“I found it interesting when, after the program, both Mrs. Rath and Mrs. Walker mentioned how nice it was to see Ira attending school and community events again.”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“I felt calm well, maybe not calm but safe. For the first time during a Montana thunderstorm, I did feel safe.”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“None of the other kids my age has to do all the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and bill paying. It’s just not fair that I have to be an adult when I’m still a kid.”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“Dear Lord! I can’t wait to tell Mom and Cho I brought my lunch in a saddlebag and shared my sandwich and cookies with a den of rattlesnakes!”
― Wayne Edwards, A Stone's Throw: A heartwarming story of a city girl and her rancher grandfather turning adversity into love and community

“Understanding of karma is the basis of the Buddhist faith.”
― Michael G. Kramer, The Full Circle for Mick