Debi Nagle

“I'm with her simply because I want to be. Because I need to be. Because she needs me, I think, and if I'm being honest, I need her just as much.”
― J.M. Darhower, Torture to Her Soul

“He recited the poem to her.
"so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens"
Allison applauded, “William Carlos Williams. A classic. A very short classic.” “You know what it means?” “An ode to a wheelbarrow?” … “Dr. Williams was a pediatrician,” he said. “He wrote that while sitting at the bedside of a dying child.” Dr. Capello blinked and in an instant tears were in his eyes. And hers. “I never knew,” she said. “Wonder why he thought of that.” “I'd say he was looking out the window and trying to think about anything other than the little child he couldn't save. All doctors keep a graveyard inside their hearts for those patients. That's why I like my view so much.” He reached out and tapped the glass of his window, which looked out onto the ocean. “It comforts me.” “Looking at the Graveyard of the Pacific comforts you?” she asked. “Of course it does,” he said, gazing out his window at the dark shifting waters in the near distance. “Compared to the graveyard out there, mine's tiny. A doctor with children in his graveyard takes any comfort he can get.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Lucky Ones

“West paused. “My God, I can feel sincerity rising in my chest like a digestive disorder. I have to stop.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“Perfection doesn't exist," I reply. "It's a mask people wear to conceal their ugly truths. Never trust someone who only ever smiles at you.”
― J.M. Darhower, Torture to Her Soul