Trapped on a school bus for an hour each morning and each evening, she devoured book after book. She explored a hundred worlds, indifferent to her peers and the passing of the universe.

It was Red Rock Canyon. One of the most beautiful places in Waterton... in the Rockies, for that matter. And it was there, waiting for him to find it. As long as he was willing to look for it.

Sometimes, ” she whispered, her lips brushing his cheek, “you need to be lost in order to be found.

It made sense, Amanda decided. People thrived on the misfortunes of others: her mother was the perfect example of that. Can't see a car accident, she thought, for wanting to climb inside and join in.

It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

It's going to happen whether you like it or not, ” he said quietly.The top of the book dropped to display Susan's wrinkled gaze. “What's that?”“Change, ” Rich said. “It's inevitable.

He couldn't be more than forty-five, but Murray Miles was stooped, old before his time. The mountains of Alberta had the ability to bend those who lived here.That, or it broke them.

Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.

She has this amazing aura around her which catches you off-guard. A girl’s innocence combined with a woman’s sensitivity. A charm that is alluring and attractive at the same time.

Pleasure, that immortal essence, the beauteous bead sparkling in the cup, effervesces soon and subsides.

In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career - my anti-job - that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.

Metaphors and Similes are the beginning of the democratic system of envy.

Since the beginning, I always loved the game.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

I live with the understanding that truth is bigger than any religion and the world is God's and everything in it.

Liquor is the kiss of the angels as well as the curse of the devil. It can conceal but also can reveal

And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute love instead. Love, the poet has said, is a woman's whole existence.