7 Quotes by Jill S. Alexander

In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.

Do the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you with time.

All I’m saying is, you’ve never alone, and God made everyone unique with different gifts. Now that’s not to say it doesn’t sting a little when someone points yours out.

As if my day couldn’t get any worse, I was about to be preached to by an Evangelical Elvis impersonator.

Maribel was dancing a dream I could only dream to dance.

To me, sympathy was like alcohol on a scraped knee. It didn’t really heal anything; it just made the injury sting.

Do you not see the tragic irony in killing Rudolph to get into the Christmas parade?