Loree Lough > Loree's Quotes

“You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world, or the person you loved.”
― Stewart O'Nan, The Odds: A Love Story

“Jake's pulse quickened when he realized that for the first time in his life, he was looking straight into the honest eyes of love.”
― Loree Lough, Jake Walker's Wife

“So she prayed. She prayed she'd been right when she told herself something good and decent lived inside this man. Mostly, though, she prayed she hadn't made the worst mistake of her life when she allowed herself to fall in love with him.”
― Loree Lough, Jake Walker's Wife

“Because if the Texan hadn't been mistaken (or lying), and Jake had been convicted of the murder—and sentenced to hang for it—her dreams of a future with him would remain just that. And the mere thought of losing him, even for a reason like that, woke an ache inside her that she'd thought long buried, a pain as cutting and as deep as Mary's death had caused.”
― Loree Lough, Jake Walker's Wife

“The encroaching darkness that shrouded him couldn't compare to the joyless gloom that hung in his heart.”
― Loree Lough, Jake Walker's Wife

“He'd never felt more loved or wanted than when he was with Bess. Had never felt more important or cherished than when in her arms. Was it wrong to want her on every human level? Not wrong, perhaps, but not right, either....”
― Loree Lough, Jake Walker's Wife

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“Awakening your spiritual self is like having a second childhood with faulty parents, broken bones and proverbial brussel sprouts.”
― Christopher Hawke, Unnatural Truth

“And the stories she'd been told, were they confessions of uncommitted crimes, accounts of the worst imaginable, imagined to keep fiction from becoming fact? The thought chased its own tail: these terrible stories still needed a first cause, a well-spring from which they leaped... Were these inventions common currency, as Purcell had claimed? Was there a place, however small, reserved in every heart for the monstrous?”
― Clive Barker