The Candymakers Quotes

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Sometimes the best things look the strangest.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Why do you like books so much?” he asked. Miles answered without taking his face away from the window. “You never know what you’ll learn when you open one. And if it’s a story, you sort of fall into it. Then you live there for a while, instead of, you know, living here.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Don't be too hard on him," Henry said, opening the door for Logan. "Perhaps he's insecure in this new environment." Logan nodded, although it seemed as if Philip had made himself right at home, bossing everyone around like he owned the place. He remembered the paper in his pocked and pulled it out: "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“After all, they'd be busy for a while, they were Candymakers now, and they had a whole lotta candy to make.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Logan thought for a minute. "Well, if you enjoy life while you have it, then it doesn't matter how long you have it for. No one knows how long they get to live. It's like a deal you make when you're born, you know, to accept what happens to you."
"Is that what you do, just accept what happens?"
Logan shrugged. "I guess so. What else can you do?"
"Well, you can dwell on it and play it over in your head a hundred different ways."
Logan tilted his head. "Does that help?"
Miles sighed. "No.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Logan didn't know what he'd been expecting to see- maybe some ground-up powder or specially aged cocoa beans from an exotic island. Instead, he saw their faces, full of anticipation, staring back up at him.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“You never know what you’ll learn when you open one. And if it’s a story, you sort of fall into it. Then you live there for a while, instead of, you know, living here.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Why would anyone run unless he was being chased?”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Well, if you enjoy life while you have it, then it doesn’t matter how long you have it for. No one knows how long they get to live. It’s like a deal you make when you’re born, you know, to accept what happens to you.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“worry,”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“like a dog will be the day I hand in my badge.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“The jewel in the crown”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Paulo plugged in the machine, which looked like the mutant offspring of a vacuum cleaner and a toaster oven, and showed them how to place wood chips in the bottom. Then he lit the wood chips with a long match and aimed the metal contraption at the opening of the hive. Puffs of smoke wafted around the hive and then blew straight in. Almost immediately the bees, which had been flying haphazardly around the room, raced back to the hive, and the buzzing inside grew louder and louder.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“After all,”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“!” “Wow,” Miles said in mock sincerity. “That really does sound like a good part!” Daisy kicked him playfully in the shin. “C’mon,” Logan said, taking Miles by the arm. “Let’s let her read in peace. We only have a few minutes.” Miles made a big show of rubbing his shin as they left. Logan led the way to the far corner of the field, where the milkweed, clover, and marigolds grew. He tiptoed to the white clover bush and knelt in front of it. “He’s still there,” Logan whispered, pointing to the underside of a leaf. The caterpillar’s chrysalis hung by the thinnest of threads, like a silver strand of spun sugar. Logan had rigged up a temporary shelter for it out of some twigs and gauze. That way, if it rained or a big wind kicked up, it should be protected. He tested the twigs to make sure they were still sturdy, then took out his pencil and notebook, flipping quickly to the chart on the last page. He wanted to make sure Miles didn’t see his drawings. Not because they were bad—he freely admitted they were—but because most of them”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“IT WAS ME. I’M STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! IT WAS MY FAULT THEY STOPPED GIVING TOURS.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Max clapped his hands. “Go, go, go!”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Andrew,”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“She watched as the chocolate looped through the tubes, then flowed along a flat surface until it cascaded over the edge, creating a chocolate waterfall so smooth and shiny she could see her reflection in it. The”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“What is it?” Philip said. “I’m creating a work of confectionary art here.” “Well,”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“Dwelling. Miles repeated the word to himself. It was a strange word.”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers

“WELCOME CANDY LOVERS TO THE CONFECTIONARY ASSOCIATION’S ANNUAL CONVENTION!!! WE’RE NUTS ABOUT SWEETS!!”
― Wendy Mass, The Candymakers