92 Quotes by Barbara Delinsky

Sarcasm is the language of the devil.

Quinnipeague in August was a lush green place where inchworms dangled from trees whose leaves were so full that the eaten parts were barely missed. Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea.

But wasn’t a best friend also someone you could trust not to hurt you? I had hurt Vicki, yet here she was, opening her home and heart to me again. So maybe being a best friend entailed the ability to forgive.

What if the past won’t stay packed away in a box with my name on it, just sitting there until I feel like taking if off the shelf and lifting the lid?

Except she wasn’t Vicki Bell anymore. She was Vicki Bell Beaudry, owner of the Red Fox with her husband, Rob, whose family was nearly as rooted in Bell Valley as the Bell family was, hence a questionable welcome there, too.

Searching for self implied either not liking who you are or wanting to escape who you’ve been.

You don’t seem it.” “I am happy.” “But you’ve just given me all the reasons I don’t need to have.

Confrontation was a great idea – unless the odds were so stacked against you that it was pointless.

So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show... It’s become my identity. If that’s gone, where am I?