6 Quotes by Deborah Wheeler

He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings stirred in me and I had to look away. I knew what I saw because I’d felt them, too — understanding, sadness, compassion...forgiveness.

Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there — tears, ay Mother! Or maybe they were in my own eyes.

It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.

We're glad that everybody takes it as seriously as we do.

We think we do something that really makes a difference in the community, when we lose materials, we're unable to serve the community as well as we usually do.

To my knowledge this is the first time we've taken somebody to court. We've never seen anything this large.