Rebecca Quotes

Sometimes I wake up and think... 'I was asleep.

Disenchantment is the blessing of becoming yourself.

To tell a story is always to translate the raw material into a specific shape, to select out of the boundless potential facts those that seem salient.

A God who punishes disobedience will teach us to obey and endure when it would be holy to protest and righteous to refuse to cooperate.

You weren’t alone, ” he says, making sure I hear every word. “And you weren’t floating.”“How do you know?” I ask.“Because I was carrying you.

These secrets are not secrets per se but are truths hidden from public view. I had to write this book. There had to be a reason I survived to tell this story.

Become your own soulmate. Then you'll always have someone watching your back, and you'll always have someone who loves you.

Keeping Christ in Christmas" is like showing up at someone's house every year, insisting on a party they never planned and never agreed to.

Were revolutions ever really that we thought them to be?

Were revolutions ever really what we thought them to be?

History was safer than the news, because there was no question of how it would end. ~ "The Briefcase

Despair is a form of certainty, certainty that the future will be a lot like the present or will decline from it.

We have lunch at ten-forty-five, ” Colin said. A stupidly early lunch. At our school, the older you get, the stupider your lunch period.

You know, when the list of people who have a really good reason to want you dead covers more than two sheets of paper, you might want to start rethinking your life choices.

Now I recall my emotions at that moment, children seem to me a remarkable race. They want so much to murder so many people, and they so rarely murder anybody at all.

How many years went by unnoticed, unembraced?

I was born at a very early age. As I grew up, I got older... So far though, this is the oldest I've ever been.

One step is better than no steps.

I realized the preserving a relationship at all costs was not as important as affirming the human right to be free from abusive treatment.

These past two days, I’ve seen a fire in your eyes that I never have before. Granted, it’s mostly anger and frustration, but it’s still emotion.

Thus far the mighty mystery of motherhood is this: How is it that doing it all feels like nothing is ever getting done.

Torture. He was torturing her. And she didn't want it to ever stop.

I'd rather be a little weird than all boring.

Love is more than just a pretty face with a nice personality.

The whole damn century would've made more sense backwards. Where we ended is worse than where we began.

How am I making you feel?”She considered the answer. “Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don’t exactly know how to ask for what I want.” She swallowed. “Or maybe I do.

Shane felt a jolt of heat, a desire that threatened to overwhelm rational thought. And perhaps for the moment that was all right.

He hadn’t altogether gotten it himself until this moment of seeing straight through to the soul of her.

It’s a tiresome proposition, having to take up the work of the Enlightenment all over again, but it’s happened on your watch.

leave me. And it was a great sense of relief. The

She was infamous once upon a time. She's legendary now. The girl is a definite force to be reckoned with, though perhaps she doesn't know it yet.

I think that when you don't know, you should wait until you do.

Raise the bar and set yourself some new challenges. You can accomplish more than you think.

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go

Without a response, I just stand there like an idiot. Like she just slapped my brain out of my skull and I can’t think.

I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews.

Knowing you were right down the hall was way too hard. I couldn’t do it, ” Evan declared, sliding under the covers next to me.

You are not showing her my baby pictures!” He sounded horrified, which made me laugh. “Come on, Evan, ” I teased with a laughing smile, “you were adorable.

[B]eauty is one of the things that make you cry and so maybe beauty is always tied up in tears.

Being classy is my teenage rebellion.

I think one of the sweetest proofs we have of the Father's loving care for us is that we often find in this life the things which gave us great happiness below.

The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.

I have been both a ghost and haunted in the city I love.

Giving feels fantastic and for there to be a Giver, there must be a Receiver, so allowing yourself to receive is an act of love.

Is the person I was before dead? Or will the worst things that happened to me eventually get diluted by the rest of my life, become just a part of the story that I've always been writing?

I want to just go back to being the person I was before, but you can't stop being the person you've become. You just have to keep going forward.

If I have to dangle myself in the water like a freaking minnow, I will. Those people don't deserve this type of treatment. ~Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE)

Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.

What if the greatest love story ever told was the wrong one?

I had to figure out if I was happier being with a live woman or living with the memories of a dead one.