Tessa exchanged a commiserating glance with Molly as the crowd gradually dwindled.
We all make the best choices we can with the information we have available at the time we have to make them. None of us ever has enough information to be absolutely sure we’re making the right choice.
Why is it that fancy hotels always locate the rooms that are supposed to be accessible to folks in wheelchairs and walkers at the end of the hall as far from the elevators as possible? And why is it those rooms are always the ones with the worst views?
He had made his decision regarding Molly with great care and consideration.
But they said that you could find anyone these days, thanks to the Internet.
The woman always wins. With courage, intelligence, and gentleness she brings the most dangerous creature on earth, the human male, to his knees.
Absolute certainty is the greatest of all illusions.
Write Your Life group was a popular program at the Rainy Creek Gardens Retirement Village.
Happy hour was another popular activity.
Panic attacks were like earthquakes. It wasn’t a matter of if there would be another one. It was only a question of when it would strike. She had discovered the hard way that it might be weeks, months or even years between attacks. Or it could be tomorrow night.
Being present at the creation of a full-blown conspiracy theory. It’s like watching a galaxy being born. Lots of random, unconnected bits and pieces of matter whiz past each other, exert a little gravitational pull and bingo, they start forming an organized system. The next thing you know you have a complete, wheels-within-wheels fantasy involving the CIA, Area 51, cosmic energy and a dead guy.
It occurred to her that after what he must have seen in the course of his FBI profiling work, death by garden tools was probably a fairly tame scenario.
All of her hormones had sat bolt upright and immediately launched into a stirring rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus.
Life is too short to waste time on books that end badly.” “By badly you mean unhappily, right?” “As far as I’m concerned, the two are synonymous.
She wanted to scream her rage to the uncaring universe, but she couldn’t breathe.
Sometimes it’s a mistake to look too far down the road. There are times in life when you can’t be sure of the pattern. You have to meet circumstances as they are.
Showing signs of weakness was a good way to get eaten.
When we were growing up, Cooper Island was our whole world.” “And then we went out into a much bigger world, so the island and everything on it now seem smaller in comparison.
Run if you can because, in spite of how it looks on television, it’s hard to hit a moving target. If you can’t run, fight and fight dirty. Go for the eyes. Think of every object around you as a weapon. Strike fast and hard when you get the chance because you’ll only get one chance.
Grandma always said that people don’t change, at least not way down deep inside where it counts.