Shame, isn’t it? That we only like our heroes out in the street when they are looking their best and their uniforms are ‘spit and polished,’ and not when they’re showing us the wounds they suffered on...
Never follow a story with a question, Maisie, not immediately. And remember to acknowledge the storyteller, for in some way even the messenger is affected by the story he brings.
Memories streamed over her, and she sat up, images converging in her mind’s eye, the sneaker wave of grief catching her in its riptide pull once again, leaving her washed ashore, bereft, with two deep...
Look at the world beyond your immediate emotion, the immediate fury of inequality. Choose your battles, Billy.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. —KAHLIL GIBRAN
Come, take what you will, be nourished and know that you can bear what might be on your horizon, the good and the ill. Now,
But for Maisie the case notes would not be filed away until those whole lives were touched by her investigation had reached a certain peace with her findings, with themselves, and with one another - a...
And you think journeying abroad will give you this knowledge you crave?I think it will contribute to my understanding of the world, of people.More so than say, the old lady who has lived in the same h...
Truth has a certain buoyancy - it makes its way to the surface, in time.
Grace isn't a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It's a way to live.
The time it took to brush away one tear could mean the difference between saving a soldier or laying him out after death.
Sometimes talked about your offering a place of refuge for the women here. Well, when she was with the vicar it was different. No one would have said anything to him. He had a regard for her, you see....
Everyone has a capacity for evil. And we’ve all seen it, and done it, even if we think we haven’t—there’s the slight in conversation that wounds another person, the words we know will cause pain to a...
Thus a day that had seen so many tears ended in the midst of a rainbow.
There's only one thing left to do. St. Paul's on Old Year's Night. For Auld Lang Syne, my dears. For old time's sake.
Theirs was a laughter fueled not by pressure from others, nor by alcohol or the whims of a partying crowd, but by a certain optimism that, even in the midst of the difficult times in which they lived,...
She knew the worries that came to the fore at night were the ones you had to pay attention to, for they blurred reasoned thought, sucked clarity from any consideration of one’s situation, and could le...
She had always told herself that she did hti job because she wanted to help others; afterall, hadn't Maurice told her once that the most important question any individual could ask was, How might I se...
Grief is not an event, my dear, but a passage, a pilgrimage along a path that allows us to reflect upon the past from points of remembrance held in the soul. At times the way is filled with stones und...
The vacuum left by the departing visitor seemed to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times, when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no m...