Story Quotes

Angels, angels, always near, protecting you, my special dear!

Differences disappear when faced with death.

There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas — something about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails.

The world was a tough and unfair place, but even the most hardened soul likes to chew on fruit.

Of course I wasn't abused. If I were

Because when you cared about people, you handed them a little piece of your heart, and with those hands, they had the power to cause pain.

I hate everything about you that you do and love everything you don’t

Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

So, Don't Mix Up Your Way To Write Your Life Story With Others, Then Definitely It Won't Sell. You Only Know What You're Encountering In Every Single Step. Everyone's Shoes Won't Fit In Your Feet....

There will always be road construction in life, and never a point when all the highways are fixed. Keep walking.

Youth is marked by a breathtaking novelty that diminishes with each year of age - until life becomes a delusive struggle to break routines, escape the ordinary, and rediscover the joy of discovery.

By today’s standards, if you go by the early morning TV misery shows, my broken home family of mixed parentage siblings was quite normal.

Sometimes I wonder which is worse: To have to kill because it is your job, or to have no remorse for all the murderous things you have done?

Sometimes I wonder which is worse: "To have to kill because it is your job, or to have no remorse for all the murderous things you have done?

For many years eagerly thought by your enemy to destroying your life, it's all one second of mastery for you to save your life from his deadly plans, for you to survive.

Adoption is a lifelong journey. It means different things to me at different times. Sometimes it is just a part of who I am. Other times it is something I am actively going through.

Raining with words

I walked up the stairs and hesitated at the open door.

There is no reason why an individual, who has the misfortune to become insane, should, on that account, be deprived of any comfort or even luxury...

She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her

What you don't wish for will always be beyond your reach.

I believe ghost story writing is a dying art.

Do you like a good ghost story?”-Jonah

life is not about distance, it’s about direction

Recovery feels like shit. It didn't feel like I was doing something good

Endurance of life problems, spirit of survival.

You can no longer see or identify yourself solely as a member of a tribe, but as a citizen of a nation of one people working toward a common purpose.

I looked at Vicki. My beautiful Vicki. My dream. My love. My life.

Dream big, envision a glorious destiny, write your own story, and work each day to arrive @ that destiny. You're able!

No where in 'humpty dumpty' did it say he was an egg. Maybe your inability to think outside of what others have taught you is what's keeping you from putting him together again.

I cannot believe I have been duped, not once but twice. My three years gaining a degree in psychology was clearly a waste of time. I might as well have studied Klingon.

It’s a neighborhood where every dad has at least one job and where parents often end conversations with the words: no guts, no glory.

What in the world could this family have done to deserve a fate such as this?

I love them both as though I birthed them both, but also as though I adopted them both.

There's only so much evidence a small Jack Russell can dispose of.

You can't truly understand a fact by watching its' true story version.

love is but an echo in her head

The future glory far outweigh the present troubles.

But I also realize that winning doesn't always mean getting first place

In the writers mind, even a backstory has a backstory.

We leave such a trail of bodies through our teens and twenties that it's hard to tell which one is us. How many versions do we abandon over the years

The story I'm writing finds its own voice while I'm writing it.

Adoptee rights are everyone's rights, and they deserve to be protected.

This story will never go down.

And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.

For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad so tender yet so true.

An idea for a story can be anything. The sky is not the limit, the limit is beyond it.

Doubt is the only reliable source of creativity.

If the system were designed to protect adoptees, why do so many have to fight for their rights?