Deborah Smith > Quotes

“Wish it, believe it, and it will be so.”
― Deborah Smith, Alice at Heart

“The hardest memories are the pieces of what might have been.”
― Deborah Smith

“There’s something very freeing about losing the anchors that have always defined you. Frightening, sad, but exhilarating in a poignant way, as well. You’re free to float to the moon and evaporate or sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean. But you’re free to explore. Some people confuse that with drifting, I suppose. I like to think of it as growing.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.”
― Deborah Smith, Alice at Heart

“The best sex takes us somewhere. Somewhere warm and expansive, a paradise of lust and happiness. Sex is and can be and should be but only very rarely is an act of communion with something bigger than ourselves. Men fuck and women make love, people say, but we men make love when we fuck a woman we adore: it’s the same thing to us. We mean it sincerely. I had places inside me only Cathy could fill with her body, and I made her happy with my body more than I ever thought I could.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“Happy people look young. You’re really afraid of getting older, aren’t you? You should only be afraid of getting less happy.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“What do you call love, then?"

Someone I can't live without.”
― Deborah Smith

“Children lose their innocence piece by piece. The layers are carved away until our hearts have been exposed and polished into an unnatural gloss. We spend the rest of our lives trying to remember why we ever loved so passionately and how we dreamed so simply, before life chiseled us down to the core.”
― Deborah Smith

“A chorus of tough southern belles whispered, You need a loyal husband around here. Loyal to you, loyal to your family, loyal to your land.

I added, Good in bed, smart, and romantic. Politically, socially, and religiously compatible. And he had to want children.”
― Deborah Smith

“A vida é fugaz. A vida é preciosa. Temos de gozar cada momento. A sensualidade de respirar, de sentir, de querer.”
― Deborah Smith, A Gentle Rain

“Temos de nos reconciliar com os obstáculos que não conseguimos derrubar. Admitir que fazem parte de algo que não foi desenhado por nós e que nem sempre podemos alterar.”
― Deborah Smith, A Gentle Rain

“There are people nobody notices, but the world revolves around them. They're the quiet ones, the strong, peaceful ones, who form the unbreakable hub for a bunch of fragile spokes. True families aren't bred, they're spun together. And at their center, at the center of the infinite wheel of every family of every kind, blood or otherwise, there is a hub, that person, those people, who hold the wheel together and keep it turning.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.”
― Deborah Smith

“As pessoas querem fazer parte de algo maior, algo mais profundo do que elas próprias. Algo pelo qual valha a pena viver, valha a pena morrer. Algo tão maravilhoso que estão dispostas a correr o risco de serem chamadas loucas, o risco de nadarem sozinhas nas águas mais escuras, determinadas a mergulhar nas profundezas para encontrarem algo especial, algo que possa durar para sempre.”
― Deborah Smith, A Gentle Rain

“I don’t ask for guarantees. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to laugh with you. Sit and look at you. Wake up with nothing to think about but how warm and smooth you feel against me. Make a life together. All of this has been worth it if we can have that.”
― Deborah Smith

“I stood there, my head bowed, my shoulders hunched. This is how it feels to be dragged from the cement shoes of a comfortable rut. The slow, steady strain on my legs became an excruciating amputation. My ankles pulled free from my feet. Bones snapped, cartilage tore, veins pulsed blood onto the soft brown clay of the yard. ”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“É engraçado como os nossos desejos desaparecem quando são demasiado fáceis de alcançar.”
― Deborah Smith, A Gentle Rain

“I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“I’m not happy, I’m cheerful. There’s a difference. A happy woman has no cares at all. A cheerful woman has cares but has learned how to deal with them. —Beverly Sills”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“There's never been a war in the history of the world that wasn't started by the wealthy for the wealthy”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. —Anaïs Nin”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“At the center, on the lawn of the courthouse, sat a log manger with a life-size nativity scene cut out of plywood. If an civil libertarian had complained about the nativity being on public property, he would have been hunted down like Santa's reindeer during bow season.”
― Deborah Smith, A Place to Call Home

“A kitchen that’s too clean has no soul. No flavor.”
― Deborah Smith, The Pickle Queen

“When hope is offered, hope responds.”
― Deborah Smith, The Yarn Spinner

“Um leitor é sempre um estudante do mundo.”
― Deborah Smith

“Their mystique comes from the fact that, once upon a time, someone cared enough to hide them.”
― Deborah Smith, The Biscuit Witch

“La vida no cuece a fuego lento simplemente porque tú bajes la llama.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“I'm not happy, I'm cheerful. There's a difference. A happy woman has no cares at all. A cheerful woman has cares but has learned how to deal with them.”
― Deborah Smith, The Crossroads Cafe

“The simple, unvarnished truth was that Aunt Claree could suck down more alcohol between breakfast and lunch than any three church deacons on a weekend bender.”
― Deborah Smith, Sweet Tea and Jesus Shoes

“Pride and respect are earned, not given by birth.”
― Deborah Smith, When Venus Fell: A Novel