17 Quotes by Elizabeth Cunningham

Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast.

I was grateful for the darkness that hid our faces at least, but nothing can hide the voice. It is always naked.

And what is love but a four-letter word for trouble?

Ever notice how the more depraved a man is, the more he tries to ruin other people’s fun?

In your time, politicians win points in the polls for proposing to punish unmarried teenaged mothers like me, not to mention our children.

How things appear is only the thin, papery outer skin of the onion. Of course, when you cut open the onion, your eyes will sting and water, and then you can’t see at all. You’re lucky if you don’t slice your finger.

And sometimes men fail, I answered silently. Sometimes they don’t forgive. Sometimes what you see is only the bright surface of something cold and deep.

This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours – yours.