She had always been a woman with laserlike focus. When she started something, there was no halfway, no easy beginning. It was this trait that had broken her.
What is, is, and what isn’t, isn’t.
He saw his whole life in her eyes, all his dreams and hopes and fears.
A thing can be true and not the truth, now shush.
In a breathtaking instant, Cora’s life crashed into focus, became small. There was just one thing that mattered; how could she not have known it from the beginning? Why had she spent so much time searching for who she was? She should have known. Always. From the very beginning. She was a mother. A mother.
Yelling was like a bomb in the corner: you saw it, watched the fuse burn, and you knew when it would explode and you needed to run for cover. Not speaking was a killer somewhere in your house with a gun when you were sleeping.
He also knew that love could freeze over, become a kind of thin ice all its own.
Sometimes a mood changes on its own... Sometimes it needs a shove.
Depression has descended like a bell jar around me.
She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice. Taking.
To be a great photographer you had to see first and feel later.
They had been friends in the way that only girls could be – they wore each other’s clothes and slept at each other’s houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.
Dreams. They were such precious commodities, and she’d given so many of hers away without a fight. Never again.
In sleep, I dream about the Comfort Lodge and Daniel.
Another promise made by a man who’d kept too few.
Do you want. To fix it up? Live here?” “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll burn it down and rebuild. Ashes make great soil.
How do you keep hold of a dream like that?” “With both hands.
If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?” – LILY TOMLIN.
Stop thinking about what you’ve lost, and think about what you have left.
Love. Family. Laughter. That’s what I remember when it’s all said and done. For so much of my life I thought I didn’t do enough or want enough. I guess I can be forgiven for my stupidity. I was young. I want my children to know how proud I am of them, and how proud I am of me. We were everything we needed – you and Daddy.