Everything and everyone seemed like it was part of a long-ago time – when I was young and free and living.
I definitely believe in a greater good. I definitely believe that there’s a reason each of us is here and that we’ve been brought here to do something. And we need to get busy doing it. And I definitely believe that there is something moving us forward that’s good.
In all your getting, get understanding.
You can’t always be pushing people away. Someday nobody’ll come back.
Racism doesn’t know color, death doesn’t know age, and pain doesn’t know might.
No matter how big you get, it’s still okay to cry because everybody’s got a right to their own tears.
Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
That’s what makes best friends. It’s not whether or not you live on the same block or go to the same school, but how you feel about each other in your hearts.
Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something’s gotta go and happen.
I couldnt be a writer without hope. I think I became a writer because Im pretty optimistic.
Sometimes it seems as though not a moment has moved, but then you look up and you’re already old or you already have a household of kids or you look down and see your feet are miles and miles away from the rest of you – and you realize you’ve grown up.
I loved and still love watching words flower into sentences and sentences blossom into stories.
I think I’d rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. – Lena.
Lately, I’d been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together – make myself into one whole person like everybody else.
Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn’t like people who didn’t think. I didn’t know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?
Mama says it’s okay to be on the quiet side – if quiet means you’re listening, watching, taking it all in.
Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen – fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.
I think only once in your life do you find someone that you say, “Hey, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my time on this earth with.” And if you miss it, or walk away from it, or even maybe, blink – it’s gone.
Maybe this was our last summer as best friends. I feel like something’s going to change now and I’m not going to be able to change it back. – Margaret.
The Bible is big in the religion, treating people as you want to be treated.
I’m not afraid of silence. You know, I’m not afraid to sit in a room and have the conversation drop into silence. I think that’s a very southern thing.