Son Quotes

“Fear dims when you learn things.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating, what you're leaving.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Go, " he said. "This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“And it was lonely, to yearn, all alone.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Evil can do anything, for a price.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Think only on the climb. Think on what you control”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“She was willing to give you everything she had. And you took it from her. You took her youth, and her beauty, and her energy and her health-" For a moment, think of his mother, Gabe couldn't continue speaking. He fell silent and choked back tears. Then he took a deep breath and went on, "- and it didn't matter. We found each other. None of it mattered but that. You won't ever know what that's like, to love someone. In a way, I pity you. But I hope you starve.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“He called after her as she walked away on the path.
"Alys? Why were we dancing?"
"Take your mind there again," she called back. "You'll remember!"
To herself she murmured, shaking her head with amusement as her eyes twinkled at her own memory.
"Only thirteen. But we was barefoot and flower-strewn and foolish with first love.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“She would die, Claire realized, before she would give up the love she felt for her son.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating what you’re leaving.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“there would be no way for anyone to get caught in the act of wondering,”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“You’ve ruined it now,” she said, looking sadly at the crumpled spotted wings in Bethan’s outstretched hand. “It deserved to live, and to fly.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“It was my journey and i had to do it without help. I had to find my own strengths, face my own fears.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“So,” Herbalist said with a smile, “you can’t dance or chew meat. But if you can hear the birds sing and watch the wind in the leaves, then you still have much pleasure left.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“No one had told her what “birth” meant.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“I cannot kill someone, he thought.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“The door to the cottage was open. She was standing there in her nightdress, breathing deeply of the daybreak air. She was tall and slender, with coppery hair that fell in curls around her shoulders. Hearing him, she turned to Jonas and smiled. He thought he heard her say, “I see the sun.” Indeed, the sky was pink with dawn light. Then Jonas looked past Claire and saw Gabe approaching on the path.   THE END”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Odd, she thought of him as her friend though in truth they had shared only one brief conversation.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn’t frightened, but he was . . . eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were excited about the event that would be coming so soon.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“It’s as if the sea sucked away her past and left her empty.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Thinking of those times as he passed the cemetery on his way to the evening’s festivities, Gabe recalled the day Matty’s body had been found and carried home. Gabe had been young then, only eight, a rambunctious resident of the Children’s House, happiest with solitary adventures and disinterested in schoolwork. But he had always admired Matty, who had tended and helped Seer with such devotion and undertaken village tasks with energy and good humor. It had been Matty who had taught Gabe to bait a hook and cast his line from the fishing rock, Matty who had shown him how to make a kite and catch the wind with it. The day of his death, Gabe had huddled, heartbroken, in the shadow of a thick stand of trees and watched as the villagers lined the path and bowed their heads in respect to watch the litter carrying the ravaged body move slowly through. Frightened by his own feelings, he had listened mutely to the wails of grief that permeated the community.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“She had seen her son for the first time, in this place, when he was a child of eight or nine. She remembered that day. He ran along the path near the cottage to which she had been assigned, calling to his friends, laughing, his unkempt hair bright in the sunlight. “Gabe!” she heard a boy call; but she would have known him without hearing it. It was the same smile she remembered, the same silvery laugh. She had moved forward in that moment, intending to rush to him, to greet and embrace him. Perhaps she would make the silly face, the one with which they had once mimicked each other. But when she started eagerly toward him, she forgot her own weakness; her dragging foot caught on a stone and she stumbled clumsily. Quickly she righted herself, but in that moment she saw him glance toward her, then look away in disinterest. As if looking through his eyes, she perceived her own withered skin, her sparse gray hair, the awkward gait with which she moved. She stayed silent, and turned away, thinking.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Trademaster," he said.....

"Who is he?" Claire asked again.
"He is Evil. I don't know how else to describe it. He is Evil, and like all evil, he has enormous power. He tempts. He taunts. And he takes.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“That had day changed him. It had changed the entire village. Shaken by the death of a boy they had loved, each person found ways to be more worthy of the sacrifice he had made. They had become kinder, more careful, more attentive to one another.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Delwyth, Bethan, and Eira be their names—I midwifed each one, same year.”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“Before”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“bicycle.” The man—his name-tag said DIMITRI, HATCHERY SUPERVISOR—gestured toward the area where bicycles were standing in racks. He had met her at the door, unsurprised by her arrival. Obviously he had been notified that she was on her way. Claire nodded. Confined to the Birthing Unit and its surrounding grounds for over a year now, she had not needed any kind of transportation. And she had walked here, carrying her small case of belongings, from the Birthmothers’ area to the northeast. It wasn’t far, and she knew the route, but after so many months, everything seemed new and unfamiliar. She had passed the school and saw children at their required exercise in the recreation field. None seemed to recognize her, though they looked curiously at the young woman walking along the path at midday. It was unusual. Most people were at their jobs. Those who needed to”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“He thrust his tongue into his cheek, wrinkled his nose and creased his forehead. He made a chortling sound.”
― Lois Lowry, Son