Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms Quotes

“A beetle lumbered up onto her arm, and she stilled herself, enjoying the tickling feeling of its thread-thin feet. It was deep green with shimmers of blue and turquoise, with pitch-black legs. She kissed it very softly. If happiness were a color, it would be the color of this beetle, thought Wil.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“It was never too late, she said, to turn a living thing around, and a garden was the most living of things.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Her voice, he thought, was like water running over pebbles in sunshine.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Neither could speak. It was the day that a silence settled on the pair of them, and they were bound close by it. Will felt, in that moment, too small to face such misery, but she knew that she would have to expand now, with a terrible rush, to fill the empty space.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Oh.' A syllable can express a great deal. Will's sounded of resignation but also of swear words, and the smell of rotting vegetation, and wary amusement and bitten fingernails.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Intoxicated with her success and his awed eyes, and with the way the wind rushed by and flicked delicate strands of saliva across her cheeks, Will spread out her arms, spun in a pirouette. Shumba chose that moment to stumble over a rabbit hole and with a terrific crash, that sounded and resounded for miles and miles of flei, Will fell into the long grass.”
― Katherine Rundell, The Girl Savage

“It is real life that takes the real courage, little wildcat. School is very difficult. But that’s because it takes toughness and patience. It’s what life is, my love. Although life is very beautiful, it is also very difficult.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Did they shake hands here? Kiss? Rub noses?”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“building, the benches, the bark on trees, and spread out above the school, the gray sky—everything was the color of an old photograph. Will tried to breathe properly.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“The trick was to breathe in slowly beforehand—not a gulp, but patiently and through pursed lips, like sucking through a straw.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

“Letters, Will thought, were like books: they were mostly about love.”
― Katherine Rundell, Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms