Cherie

“I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to the gleam of my hair.”
― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly

“One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.”
― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly

“Beautiful hours move so quickly.”
― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly

“I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.”
― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly