The Night Gardener Quotes

“A story helps folks face the world, even when it frightens 'em. And a lie does the opposite. It helps you hide.”
― Jonathan auxier , The Night Gardener

“Hester shook her head. 'Don't confuse what you do with who you are, dearie. Besides, there's no shame in humble work. Why, Aesop himself, the king of storytellers, was a slave his whole life. Never drew a free breath, yet he shaped the world with just three small words: there once was. And where are his great masters now, hmm? Rotting in tombs, if they're lucky. But Aesop - he still lives to this day, dancin' on the tip of every tongue what's ever told a tale.' She winked at Molly. 'Think on that, next time you're scrubbing floors.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Stories come in all different kinds." Hester scooted closer, clearly enjoying the subject at hand. "There's tales, which are light and fluffy. Good for a smile on a sad day. Then you got yarns, which are showy-yarns reveal more about the teller than the story. After that there's myths, which are stories made up by whole groups of people. And last of all, there's legends." She raised a mysterious eyebrow. "Legends are different from the rest on account no one knows where they start. Folks don't tell legends; they repeat them. Over and over again through history.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“To demand promises is to invite disappointment" -Hester”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Nobody's too old for stories--not even God himself.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Runnin's not a bad thing, sir, so long as you're runnin' towards somethin' good.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“We'll never know. And maybe that's the best. It's a bad tale that has all the answers." -Molly”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“I think I figured it out." She sniffed, looking up at the stars. "Hester asked me what the difference between a story and a lie was. At the time, I told her that a story helps folks. 'Helps 'em do what?' she asked. Well, I think I know the answer. A story helps folks face the world, even when it frightens 'em. And a lie does the opposite. It helps you hide.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Don't confuse what you do with who you are...”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“There's what's smart and what's right." - Molly in the Night Gardener”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“To stand in the shadow of this tree was to feel a chill run through your whole body.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“He reached under the bench to retrieve his crutch. His father had carved the crutch from the branch of a fallen wych elm on the farm back home. It was strong and thick and had just enough spring to be comfortable when he walked. Da named it 'Courage,' saying that all good tools deserved a good title. Kip had always liked the idea that courage was a thing a person could hold on to and use.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“It’s no joke,” he insisted. “Something’s wrong with this whole place. You seen how pale they all are—it ain’t natural.” “That’s just how folks look in England.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Not everything old and ugly is wicked.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Ma and Da believed that if you suspected a monster was hiding under your bed, you should get down on your hands and knees and find out for certain. And if you were lucky enough to discover one down there—fangs dripping, eyes glowing red—you should be quick to offer him a blanket and a bowl of warm milk so he wouldn’t catch a chill.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Stories don’t have to do anything; they just have to be.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Kip had always liked the idea that courage was a thing a person could hold on to and use.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Courage, by J.M. Barrie..., is about a walking stick, a storyteller, and what it means to fight for peace...what young people are to do in a world in which adults have failed...them.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Hollow, melting the final bits of ice from the bare trees. Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“To differing opinions: may they ever stay apart.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“What's a storyteller but someone who asks folks to believe in impossible things?”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Literal minds don't deal well with legends.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Most trees invite you to climb up into their canopy. This one did not. Most trees make you want to carve your initials into the trunk. This one did not.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“But that’s how the tree works, ain’t it? It gives you what you wish for but not in a way that makes things better. I suppose that’s the difference between what you want and what you need.” Molly”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“He shook the nerves from his hand and touched the root again. Again it moved. The tiny fibers at the end came alive, reaching for him, twining around his fingertip. He looked around the hole, and he could now see tiny roots everywhere, pushing gently through the soil. The tree was growing right before his eyes. “You’re alive,” he whispered. Just then, he felt a sharp pain. The root had tightened, choking the tip of his finger. Kip jerked his hand back, trying to pull himself free—but the root would not let go. He pulled harder. “Ow!” he cried out as his hand finally came away. A gust of wind howled overhead. Kip looked up and saw leaves and loose dirt blowing into the hole, piling up around his feet. He tried to pull himself out of the hole, but a strong gust knocked him backward. Dirt and leaves poured down over his body, burying him. “Help!” Kip shouted, but he knew no one could hear him. Molly and the family were inside the house. Even Galileo was gone. More and more tiny roots came out of the soil, grasping at his legs, his arms, his neck. Kip screamed again, straining against the roots. His voice came back to him, muffled and small. He could barely move beneath the weight of dirt and leaves—a rustling, choking darkness. Kip twisted his body and felt something hard against his face—”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“What's a storyteller but someone who asks folks to believe in impossible things? And for one perfect moment, I saw something impossible. And that's enough for me.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“There’s no better place for writing than a rooftop—the fresh air makes your words come out like songs.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“Oh, where did you go, dear Gal-i-le-o? Your oats are a-ready, an’ we miss you so!” It”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener

“My girl, we are on the cusp of a modern age-and with it comes modern medicine." He dug a fat hand through his bag and removed a small bottle. "Take this laudanum, for example. Wonderful stuff! I have a few drops in my tea each morning to calm the nerves.”
― Jonathan Auxier, The Night Gardener