Andrew Peterson Quotes

The burden God places on each of us is to become who we are meant to be. We are most fully ourselves when Christ most fully lives in us and through us. The mother shines brightest with her child in her arms, the father when he forgives his wandering son, and the artist when he or she is drawing attention to grace, by showing the pinprick of light overcoming the darkness in the painting, or the story, or the song. The world knows darkness. Christ came into the world to show us light. I have seen it, have been blinded by it, invaded by it. I will tell its story.

~ Andrew Peterson

She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt

~ Andrew Peterson

I'll put her in charge of the puppies. I've twelve this week that need tending. How does that suit you?Leeli's mouth hung open. She tried to say something but instead crumpled to the floor. She had fainted with joy.

~ Andrew Peterson

He means to make his subjects merciful and wise; sorrow and struggle bringeth both. We will, he tells me, grow by grieving, live by dying, love by losing. The heart itself is the field of battle and the garden green.

~ Andrew Peterson

Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.

~ Andrew Peterson

She turned around and said, Is there anything I can do?It was the only thing she could have said that he couldn't answer with anger, which frustrated Janner even more. If she had asked what was wrong, he would have hurled a perfectly sassy reply right back at her. If she had told him to cheer up, he would have grouched something about how cheery he'd be if he had played with puppies all day. If she had tried to be silly to cheer him up, he would have barked that he was sorry he wasn't in the mood for games.But Is there anything I can do? poured cool water on his fire. It told him that she cared. It told him that she saw he needed something, even if she didn't know what. It told him that she hurt with him.

~ Andrew Peterson

There's just something about the way he sings. It makes me think of when it snows outside, and the fire is warm, and Podo is telling us a story while you're cooking, and there's no place I'd rather be--but for some reason I still feel... homesick.

~ Andrew Peterson

Kalmar nodded. I'm sorry, Papa. I wasn't strong enough.None of us are, lad. Me least of all. Esben smiled and took a rattling breath. But it's weakness that the Maker turns to strength. Your fur is why you alone loved a dying cloven. You alone in all the world knew my need and ministered to my wounds. Esben pulled Kalmar closer and kissed him on the head. And in my weakness, I alone know your need. Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?Kalmar shook his head.Esben smiled and shuddered with pain. A good answer, my boy. Then do you believe that I love you?Yes, sir. I believe you. Kalmar buried his face in his father's fur.Remember that in the days to come. Nia, Janner, Leeli - help him to remember.

~ Andrew Peterson

Sorry, lass. Ye have to seize the teachable moments, you know. Carry on.

~ Andrew Peterson

He was only twelve, but he knew enough to realize that the way before him would be hard. Is it worth it? he asked himself. Was it worth losing his old life in order to learn the truth of who he was and who he was becoming? Yes. Like the pluck of a stringed instrument, the first edge of the sun broke loose and poured light over the world.

~ Andrew Peterson

Podo and Leeli finally came back to where the others rested, and though her face still bore the weight of her sorrow, Janner could see that is sister was present. Her eyes didn't see stare into nothing. They saw the situation, grieved for it, and faced it.

~ Andrew Peterson

I tell you, old friend, I'd rather be stuck here in a Strander burrow than blowing smoke rings in Glipwood, where the Fangs spit and howl and kill our spirits. At least we're here because we choose to be. We're here out of bravery and not cowardice.

~ Andrew Peterson

When you run out of hope, everything is backwards. Your heart wants the opposite of what it needs.

~ Andrew Peterson

Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.

~ Andrew Peterson

Lad, I think we've got what we need for this page. Why don't you go have a look around? And keep out of trouble, or that Madam Sidler will scare you silly. Oskar put a hand to the side of his mouth and lowered his voice. She's everywhere.Can I help you? said Madam Sidler from the corner of the room. Oskar jumped with such violence that his spectacles clattered to the floor. I heard you mention my name and thought I might be of assistance.Good heavens, woman! Oskar exclaimed. We're fine!

~ Andrew Peterson