Quotes by Margaret Peterson Haddix

About Margaret Peterson Haddix:

Margaret Peterson Haddix is an American writer known best for the two children's series, Shadow Children (1998–2006) and The Missing (2008-2015). She also wrote the tenth volume in The 39 Clues, published by Scholastic.
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But, really, are there any guys out there who aren’t jerks? I don’t even know any grown-up men who aren’t jerks.

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It’s like I’d been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.

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But it’d be nice to have someone who cared about me, someone I could talk to about anything, someone who’d tell me I was really special.

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But things are so bad, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something.

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I was there laughing and joking with everyone else, but it’s like there was some part of me standing back, watching, thinking, “Is this as good as it gets?

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A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions ...

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The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying.

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Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harde...

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That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father - burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin - doesn't seem to belong on it.

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Oh, Myr," he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you..." He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand aga...

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I start to think, 'It's awful being too poor to even buy my own dress for homecoming.' But that's instantly swept away by another thought: 'I'm so lucky that someone cates enough to loan me a dress.

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Most people couldn't be rich if they wanted to be honest; most people couldn't be honest if they wanted to be rich.

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I've never been jealous of another teammate. Sure, some guys are faster than I am, stronger than I am, but none of them have ever tried to steal the girl I love away from me.

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I love the way he looks in his uniform, all man with just a hint of the boy I fell for all those years ago.

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She stirs things inside me that I don't even know I'm feeling until it's too late. Whenever I'm around her, all I can think about is her, no one else, not even myself.

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I like imagining that he punished his body for me, torturing it into such spectacular shape, hoping that one day I'd be able to appreciate his efforts.

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That big chunk of my life that felt like it was missing has slid back into place. With him, I feel whole again. For the first time in a long time, I'm where I'm supposed to be with the person I'm supposed to be with.

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His eyes meet mine, and for a moment everything seems like it'll be okay. More than okay, actually.

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Having a woman on the team is stirring things inside me that I never felt before while on the job.

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Because," he said in an even voice, "you're used to winning, so you don't even think about how, every time there's a game, both sides get that 'rah, rah, team' speech from their coaches both sides hear 'you're the best!' 'You've got to win!' 'You're ...

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And Nedley started saying,'Shut Up!Quit that! And i knew it really meant something to him. So I asked for his help,"Mark said. "Don't tell the story like that," Nedley laughed. "What he said was 'Quit pretendin you're a bad guy I need your help, and ...

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Author Bio

  • NameMargaret Peterson Haddix
  • DescriptionAmerican author
  • BornApril 9, 1964
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist