Some things go too deep for words.
You don’t understand how much light you have until the lights go out.
Everyone needs fudge, Hildy. It’s how God helps us cope.
I hope you’ll have the kind of life where what you stand for is so important that it makes some people outright hostile. You won’t know how strong your beliefs really are until you have to defend them.
It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.
Not all vegetables are this draining. Lettuce doesn’t bring heartache. Turnips don’t ask for your soul. Potatoes don’t care where you are or even where they are. Tomatoes cuddle up to anyone who’ll give them mulch and sunshine. But giants like Max need you every second. You can forget about a whiz-bang social life.
You don’t need fancy things to feel good. You can hug a puppy. You can buy a can of paint and surround yourself with color. You can plant a flower and watch it grow. You can decide to trust people – the right people. You can decide to start over and let other people start over too” -Sugar Mae Cole.
If you stick that anger behind you, one day you’re going to turn around and find it’s gone.
And I suddenly understand what to do when bad things come. You don’t hide, you don’t look away; you get right up on them, you take the reins and you ride.
Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to be who you are.
You’re going to fall down in this life – everybody dies. But you be the kind of person who doesn’t stay down for long. Get back on your feet and keep going no matter what.
In life you have to laugh or you’ll cry.
I think hope is just about the best thing a person can have.
It’s not fair, but sometimes a kid has to act older than their age. You just pray hard to know what to do.
My favorite star fact is: stars die but can keep on glowing. I like stubbornness in a star.
Coach Perkins will stand trial for second-degree murder in Cincinnati.
It’s a pretty day, huh?” Meesha glared at me.
We are driving by the Gateway Arch – the tallest arch in the world. It’s made of stainless steel and manages to glisten even on a cloudy day. We’ve been to the top of it four times. Every time I see it, I remember the early pioneers who pushed west to see what was beyond Missouri. That’s what the arch is for – to help you think about courage. Those people had strong hearts and vision. My heart’s not strong, but my vision makes up for it.
I don’t expect life to be easy. It hasn’t been yet and I’m not holding out for smooth sailing in the future. Not everyone likes this philosophy, but it makes sense to me because when life hits the skids, I don’t have to regroup as much as the people who walk around in a cloud like the world owes them a joyful existence.
Let me tell you something about sad days. They’re just part of life, but the best thing you can do on the happy days or on the sad ones is to do what you do best with everything you’ve got.
It’s like getting an extraordinary meal after you’ve been eating junk food for a long time. The taste just sweeps through your sensibilities, bringing all-out contentment, and the sheer goodness of it makes up for every bad meal you ever had.