It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.
We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
I’ll drive like my grandma. I’ll drive like your grandma.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew my gramma.
Sometimes moving forward changes what’s behind you.
I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.
There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.
I have been bent and broken, but-I hope-into a better shape.
Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.
It was real.
So real that I refused to believe it.
History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn’t change where you were from. But still, you didn’t have to stay there. You didn’t have to stay stuck in the past, like the ladies in the DAR, or the Gatlin Historical Society, or the Sisters. And you didn’t have to accept that things had to be the way they were, like Lena.
Stairway to Hell or Yellow Brick Road? Why don’t you give your Magic 8 Ball a shake and see if it’s ready to play again.