What a mess you’ve made of the simplest of subjects, Della.
You made a lifetime commitment before God and the world. A silly thing like a divorce doesn’t reverse it.
She didn’t think she could be a Christian if perfection was required.
Low and behold what comes of reading too many romance novels.
Nothing good in this world comes free! For everything there’s a payment of time or money or soul!
Ghosts!” gasped Alice. “Real, live ghosts?”“No! Not ‘real, live ghosts!’ Spooky, dead ghosts!
I love Alice more than life itself, but I can’t keep her hidden forever.
If Miss Elton spoke water instead of words, then there would have been a repetition of Noah’s flood.
I’m an idiot for trying to avoid these feelings because they have caused me pain in the past.
I’m not God, and I can’t always offer chances. I’m not sure if this won’t be your last.
[A]ll these years, I had been telling myself that my feelings for you were a juvenile infatuation; a dream inspired by my secret hope that somewhere there could be a creature who could love me.
… but we’ll be back for dinner … especially if you’re having soup de jour!”“Now, Troy! You know very well that soup de jour means ‘soup of the day.’ It changes every time!
Most of my money remains in England, although my unworthy carcass may not under usual circumstances …
Adele, if you think that, no matter how mad you drive me, that I want to give you up, you are insane, possibly more insane than is healthy.
It’s like being offered lemonade after having something really sweet. The lemonade was wonderful before, but it just tastes sour after.
She must ask; she must heal, and if she couldn’t heal, she must suffer, but if there was a chance, she must take it.