Stacy Monson > Quotes

“But when I compared my dad to who the real Father is, it was my dad who came up short. Way short. All of us do. We can’t expect perfection because no one except Jesus is perfect. However, that doesn’t mean we accept abuse, neglect, anger, or any of that stuff as normal or okay. It’s not. It’s sin and it’s wrong.”
― Stacy Monson, When Mountains Sing

“To ease another's heartache is to forget one's own.” (Abraham Lincoln)”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“How wonderful, how very wonderful, the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“She sat in the cab finishing her own plate, knowing one thing for certain about her future. She was born for this life.”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“Again, no response.”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“But I wanted to feature a character whose lifelong ambition was to play second-fiddle, someone quietly and contentedly in the background, someone like Fanny Price in Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park. I re-read that great novel and fell even more in love with Fanny.”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“Thanks to their anonymous benefactor, her parents had bought a large enough turkey to invite their elderly neighbors to join them.”
― Stacy Monson, A Weary World Rejoices: A Mosaic Christmas Anthology VI

“Over the next few days, Kiera stormed through the spacious apartment, slamming personal items into boxes she'd gotten from the doorman, telling her plants just what she thought of Margaret, Thomas, and the mess she was in. They listened stoically, though she half-expected them to shrivel up in boredom from her unending rant.”
― Stacy Monson, Shattered Image

“When I left here, I had taken on those human genes as my identity—illegitimate, unplanned, a mistake. While I was on my search, I learned that where those genes came from doesn’t define me.”
― Stacy Monson, When Mountains Sing