Mrs. Jones leaned in close. She smelled of wool and peppermint. “There’s a man somewhere who wanted you to believe in something…
When you help others, your own troubles aren’t as heavy. In fact, you can fold them like a handkerchief and place them in your pocket. They’re still there, but they’re not the only thing you carry.
You should never trust a liar so you should never trust a man of honor. Those two are the worst of mankind.
Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.
ghosts are said to move in the corners of human sight.
My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.
She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.
I thought perhaps I had been wrong, too quick to judge the essence of a being by its appearance, still not fully understanding that, in the world God has given us, all things must change.
You watch teenage girls and feel shivers up and down your arms — those poor creatures don’t know the first thing about time or agony or the price they’re going to have to pay for just about everything.
He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.