August Dollinger

“Well, that’s one of the paradoxes of life. You can’t have it all. You can have some of this and some of that or all of this and none of that. We make the trade-offs we think are best at the time”
― Lisa Wingate, Before We Were Yours

“We were lovers, life companions, crusaders, side by side, for a vision of what the country could be,” Elizabeth Edwards wrote of her marriage to U.S. Sen. John Edwards. When she found out he was cheating on her, the crusading became “the glue” that kept them together.”
― Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Nine Political Wives

“The day-trippers who pass through on their way to the sandy beaches up the coast go wild for the nets, taking photographs of the pretty little stone and half-timbered houses swathed in the webbing, as their kids buy ice creams, and gaudy plastic buckets. Some of the nets look pristine, as if they were bought straight from the chandler and have never seen the sea, but others have plainly been used, with the rips that put them out of service still visible, chunks of weed and buoys knotted in the strands. I have never liked them, not from the first moment I saw them. They’re somehow sad and predatory at the same time, like giant cobwebs, slowly engulfing the little houses. It gives the whole place a melancholy air, like those sultry southern American towns, where the Spanish moss hangs thick from the trees, swaying in the wind.”
― Ruth Ware, The Lying Game

“Усещам как семето на горчивината, онова, дето се загнезди в мен след смъртта на Трийлор, расте. Искам да извикам толкова силно, че малката да ме чуе, че мръсотията няма цвят, че негърската част от града не е развъдник на болести. Искам да направя така, че онзи момент да не настъпи — а той настъпва в живота на всяко бяло дете, — моментът, в който те започват да си мислят, че черните са по-лоши от белите.”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help