38 Quotes by Debbie Johnson

They're all very sweet and to me, they're all winners. It takes a lot for a person to enter a contest like this.

It's been great. I've got great kids. Getting here was a great accomplishment. Sure, it's disappointing we lost, but I didn't feel like the kids quit. They were getting pounded, and they could've just shut it down and quit. What'd we lose by, 30? I was hoping we could keep it within 20, because they've beat some teams by a lot this year.

I knew it was foolish of them to stay there, ... I saw how Gulfport had absolutely nothing left. I looked at pictures of where his house might be, but there was nothing there. I was sure he got swept out to sea.

His house is gone, ... They found his truck in a tree and the tools he used to work were in the truck. Who knows if they were lost or looted.

He thinks he'll be up here for about six months, ... When he's here, the dressing on his bandages will need to be changed daily, and we'll have to figure out how we can support him and get James in school. And he still needs to recover from losing Anna and decide what he wants to do ... But we know we're all going to be together and we're going to be OK.

He blames himself for Anna's death, ... He said, 'If I had left, Anna would still be alive.'

I am used to solitude and it is used to me. We understand each other, me and solitude. I don’t get annoyed when it keeps me awake at night with its echoing loneliness, and it’s always cool about me sometimes bringing friends home to chase it away for a while. Like a grumpy but dedicated couple, though, we always come back to each other at the end of the day.

Busy is good. Busy is useful. Busy is a distraction. Busy gives you a brilliant excuse to avoid things you want to avoid and concentrate instead on the things that allow your brain to stay inside your head, rather than causing it to dribble out of your ears. So, I’ve been busy. Mostly very.

We’re all risk averse creatures, aren’t we? Like turtles, hiding in our little shells, trying to protect ourselves – never quite realising that we’re protecting ourselves from the good stuff as well as the bad.