Maybe a first love exists to reaffirm the best parts of yourself, the choices you made when you didn’t worry about the consequences. Maybe a first love exists to remind you to be brave in the moment, to stand up for your feelings, instead of shrinking back in the face of potential loneliness.
A practical girl never pines; she takes action.
For a woman, love is the highest dream, and if a man promises to build a ladder tall enough to reach it, she believes him, hikes up her skirt, and follows him to the stars.
I am in total silence when I write – I don’t even like the sound of the dryer going – I like the quiet.
The wedding vows are a license to be a complete jerk, with full knowledge that the person you married has agreed, no matter how large a horse’s ass you are, to stay by your side until death. A fool could tell you this is a bad deal.
Book clubs are the best thing that has happened to the world of publishing.
Our faces will become works of art that our grandchildren will treasure.
The only urgent thing in life is the pursuit of love. You get that one right, and you’ve solved the mystery.
But the most precious research to me came from the paperwork filed on behalf of my grandparents and great-grandfather. The ship’s manifest showed that they could read and write. I am still emotional when I look at those boxes checked yes.
And so, when I was a young writer I always worked hard on imagery, and I knew that the roots of imagery were the senses – and that if my readers could feel, taste and see what I was talking about, I would be able to tell them a story.
The intimacy. The deepest level of love. The knowledge that someone understands you, is rooting for you, is sharing your life.
Sometimes we get our hearts broken, only to have the right person come along to mend them.
Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you. You have work anytime. But love? Not always.
I have been a joy to live with all spring: Upbeat, warm and tender, uncomplicated, and loving. I am no trouble at all. You could press me into dough and make sugar cookies out of me, I’ve been so sweet.
And when you clear away the cobwebs of the description of every job in the world, at the bottom of that job is service. It’s service. And I took that ethic and applied it to my writing craft.
My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes.
I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won’t be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful.
Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.
Mama always said a good family has one heartbeat. No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.
But a child’s joy is doubled for the mother, and the sound of her son’s laughter began to her heart, a feat she had never believed possible.