Favorite Quotes:
- Nancy smiled, and Tessa was unexpectedly warmed by it.
- Nancy smiled too often, and her smiles usually hung on too long – as if she was pleading to be noticed and appreciated. This smile was not trying to accomplish anything. It was released, and it ended quickly.
- Tessa, who had struggled not to feel anything since she arrived, felt sympathy streak right past her defenses.
- There were enough sharp edges in the question to shred them both.
- Not only making due, but making art as they did.
- “We had more fun than you can ever guess at. Nobody ever said you can’t work and have fun at the same time.” -Helen
- Delilah’s workload had gotten heaver in the past years, but her step had only gotten quick to make up for it.
- Rewards were unusual in the Stoneburner home, and always treasured more for it.
- These days Nancy had all the answers. Only maybe she didn’t really. -Helen RE daughter
- As far as she could tell, growing old didn’t have one thing in it’s favor.
- “God doesn’t make mistakes,” Helen said. “But sometimes He mixes things up just to see what happens. Keeps things interesting.”
- If she opened that door, Sandy would charge right though it, and Tessa knew she’d have to tell the whole wedding ring story.
- “We both know that being careful doesn’t keep you from dying, don’t we?”
Tess sank to the sofa beside her bags. “Do you ever think that dying isn’t the worst thing that happens to us. That being left behind is the real blow?”
“It’s not dying, and it’s not being left behind. Maybe someday I’ll tell you what it is.”
“Tell me now.”
“You’re not ready to hear it.” -Tess and Helen
- “Anything on television?”
“The answer to that is always no.”
- “And another thing,” Sissy continued before Tessa could answer. “I don’t think God punishes girls for the things men do to them.” She sat forward. “I don’t believe in that kind of God, even if Hardy did. God is good, even if men aren’t. God doesn’t make bad things happen. Nobody will ever make me believe he does.”
- She knew this was his way of making her face the truth, but gently, with kindness.
- Nancy had never seen into her own mother’s heart. Tessa wondered if she had fallen into the same trap. Had she taken Nancy at face value and been blind to her strengths?
- Tessa already knew their stories, and Jodi’s too. But something had to be said again and again.
- She had asked for nothing but listening ears and they had given her so much more. They had given her a solution, a place to put her anger and concern.
- She didn’t look hurt. “That’s what happens when you put a hillbilly in Richmond society – overcompensation.”
“You were never a hillbilly, that word had no meaning anyway.”
She put her fist to her chest. “It means something if you feel it inside.” -Mac and Nancy
- Then she smiled. Not the tremulous love me smile he was used to, nor the manipulative, ‘if you do it my way I’ll smile bigger’ smile that was a close second in her repertoire. This was simply a warm, embracing smile that sat well on her face and eased the lines of strain around her eyes.
- She didn’t move closer so much as lean more heavily against him as if she no longer wanted to carry her own weight.
- “Are there others as spectacular as this one?” Nancy asked as nonchalantly as she could.
“Spectacular’s a ten dollar word, and it don’t mean a thing!”
“Mama!”
“I got a few more I’m not ashamed of. Nothing special in the scheme of things, but they please me enough.” Nancy and her mother Helen
- “There’s nothing very exciting to tell.”
“It doesn’t have to be exciting. The truth would be nice though. Or whatever part of it you feel like telling me.” (Tess and her mother Nancy)
- Tom’s Brook was a place to receive mail and maybe go to church, but there wasn’t much more to it. Just that and some old houses with wide front porches where you could sit and stare at the people across the road who were staring at you.
- She had missed him the way a gray sky misses sunshine.
- …wished she could be a rose on the wallpaper.
- She didn’t know what to say. She was too honest to insist he was wrong. But was he right?
- “So many of the things we try to do for the right reasons are wrong. That’s about the saddest thing in life.” -Helen
- She had awakened with a headache and a lump in her throat that might be unshed tears. Aspirin was not the cure.
- The words weren’t out of her mouth before she regretted them. And the tone as well.
- She had stored that memory in her mental attic, along with all the others.
- “Nobody ever treated me this good. I feel right, like everything’s working the way it’s supposed to when he walks into a room.”
It wasn’t the most romantic definition of love that Tessa had ever heard, but at its core, it was as good as any. -Sissy to Tessa
- Tessa’s favorite kind of writing student: an astute and quirky observer, able to express her observations in a meaningful way.
- “…because there weren’t any villains, and definitely no saints. Just people, caught up in a situation” -Nancy
- “There’s a lot you don’t understand about marriage.” Nancy sat forward and her eyes sparkled with anger. “Marriage is about working toward common goals. Love isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It plays a part, sure, but common goals and ideals are what hold a marriage together.”
“Come on! I share a million goals and ideals with a million different people, and I wouldn’t want to be married to any of them. You gave up on love and settled for security, isn’t that incredibly shallow?”
“And isn’t that what you’ve always thought about me anyway? That I’m shallow and silly and useless? That I always settle for less than your own lofty goals. That I wouldn’t know love and loyalty from a Kate Spade handbag?”
Tessa knew her anger was out of control, and she even knew she was aiming it at her mother because she was a safe target, but she couldn’t stop herself.
- “Sometimes the hardest thing you can do when you love somebody is to stand by and watch them make mistakes.” -Helen to Tessa
- Her breath hovered uncertainly in her lungs as if she no longer remember how to expel it.
- “Here’s what I learned Tessa. There’s only one thing worse than dying or being left behind. And that’s wasting the life God gives ya.” -Helen to Tessa
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“Only you can answer that.”
- I never did anything, you know, to deserve that kind of help.”
“You don’t have to do a thing. It’s not about deserving anything. It never is. We care about you, it’s that simple.”
- Sissy leaned forward earnestly. “I think if you do something that makes the world a beautiful place, well, you’re supposed to show it to people. It’s a talent! God gave you that talent, and now you have to give it back in the form of pleasure to the eyes.”
“Pleasure to the eyes?”
Sissy flushed. “I don’t know how else to say it, but it’s your job now to show off what you go.”
“My job!”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And what if I don’t want to.”
“Well, I kinda think that’s out of your hands now.” – Sissy and Helen
- Something died inside her, and she knew it was the need for revenge. Because what could she do to this young man that he hadn’t done to himself? What punishment was worse than the one he would undergo for the rest of his life? In this they were companions. Neither of them would ever forget that terrible morning. In some vitally important way they would never move beyond it. But both of them could pick up the pieces of their lives, even as they dragged the burden of Kaile’s death behind them. If they chose to. - Tessa
- Love had been moving through her life all summer – nudging and prompting. Forgiving her shortcomings. - Tessa
- She was learning that she had no right to hold onto her own pain to insulate herself against more. -Tessa
- She would never have this moment with Kaile, but that no longer spoiled every good moment that she was able to experience. This moment was special in a different way, very special. -Tessa