Quotes from Lisa Wingate

There are no bad men. Just the lost looking to be found, sister.

The Lord has afforded breath for another day. The situation could be worse. They'd

We've been stitched together at the heart since she was born. I can't breathe in a world where she isn't near.

You're big enough to climb the rope; you're big enough to take the fall,

What should matter is whether or not you can live with who you are.

The best thing is to know. I always tell 'em, best to be who you is. What you is deep down inside. Ain't no other good way of livin'.

Sleep finally comes like a summer dry river, a trickle that's shallow and splits around rocks and downed branches and tree roots, dividing and dividing, till by morning it's the thin bead of gathered morning dew, dripping lazy off the army tent overhead.

Even the ramparts of reputation, and ambition, and social position couldn't erase the love of sisters, their bond with one another.

Pride is a steamroller. It'll clear the path for a while, but sooner or later it'll shift into reverse, and then . . . look out.

If I don't tell anyone, it'll never be true.

Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or

want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not one that goes on forever and cuts all the way to the bone.