I don't even know whether past feelings and memories deserve any respect at all. Maybe they're no more important than a pinch of pain from an injury decades old. Feelings and memories rise and pass ev...
Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
By now he had stared at the window through a late summer so hot and wet that the air both day and night felt like breathing through a dishrag, so damp it caused fresh sheets to sour under him and tiny...
Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
A song went around from fiddler to fiddler and each one added something and took something away so that in time the song became a different thing from what it had been, barely recognizable in either t...
The you you are with others is not you. To be lonesome is to be who you most fully are.
The path to contentment was to abide by one's own nature and follow it's path.
You’ll find that as you grow old, you stop bothering to hide the self you’ve been all along.
When Luce did look in the mirror, she thought she might still be sort of pretty, if you went by what most people thought was pretty. And if that's the way you went, you had your own problems. It wasn'...
Monroe had in fact preached that God was not at all such a one as ourselves, not one to be temperamentally inclined to tread ragefully upon us until our blood flew up and stained all His white raiment...
It does your mind good to talk to people different from you.
If every generation helps the next take one step up, imagine where we might all be someday.
If I had a brother in jail and one in Georgia, I'd try to bust the one out of Georgia first.
I won't go into it any further, other than to say that year by year the world darkens down and things are always going away.
Civilization balances always on a keen and precarious point, a showman spinning a fine Spode dinner plate on a long dowel slender as a stem of hay. A puff of breath, a moment’s lost attention, and it’...
But one day leads to another, and so on. No way around it. It's that merciless thing that time does.
And also forever too late for Lily to learn that raging passion predicts nothing but a mess of bad news for everybody.
Among themselves, they had figured out how to go about marriage so as to accomplish the least damage. The husbands lived two hours away...
After she had licked the last white drop of the ice cream, she reached out her cone to Mrs. McKennet and said, Here's your little horn back.
She knew in her heart that nature has a preference for a particular order: parents die, then children die. But it was a harsh design, offering little relief from pain, for being in accord with it mean...