I fell in love with her for her sense of humour. If she ever lost her sense of humour, I would have to dump her. Then I’d kill myself because I couldn’t live without her.
Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.
Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
If you write with passion in your own style, you will make a place for yourself.
For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.
Home was not a perfect place. But it was the only home they had and they could hope to make it better.
I can do what I need to do. I can get where I want to go, no matter how hard it is.
The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness.
Some lives, conducted with grace, are beautiful arcs bridging this world to eternity.
These days, people spent too much time striving to understand their feelings – and then ended up with none that were genuine.
The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can’t mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.
You won’t find the truth of life in morbidity, only in hope.
Even if God exists, does He know that you do?
Not funny ha ha, funny weird.
In a book, even the real bastards can’t hurt you. And you can never loose a friend you make in a book. When you get to a sad part, no one’s there to see you cry. Or wonder why you don’t cry when you should.
What year these events transpired is of no consequence. Where they occured is not important. The time is always, and the place is everywhere.
The dead are merely the countrymen of my future.
She’d been acutely aware that terror, betrayal, and cruelty had a human face, but she had not sufficiently appreciated that courage, kindness, and love had a human face as well.
Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one’s cow has exploded.
Being alone can be good. It’s easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.