143 Quotes by Karen White

A pile of timber, remains of either a house or a ship, huddled like a frightened child, cradling a glint of metal in.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister’s golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her – the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

I reached for Helen’s hand, and felt her squeeze back, accepting that I would understand more than most the missing part of the human heart rendered by the absence of a mother and father.

Don’t think of the realities, Ceecee. Think of possibilities and dreams. Of things you can’t even imagine yet. And write those down.

Survival is like a stone wall, and kindness is a door.

The answers we seek aren’t always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

Maybe that’s what being a mother was – not so much the act of giving birth, but the sense of understanding and love born from the need to protect.

I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you’re sure God will answer your prayer just so you’ll stop asking.

Actually, they’re really just ordinary plants. But they’ve learned to survive unordinary events, which makes them like the strongest plants in the world. That’s pretty cool.