51 Quotes by NA Leigh

Luke,” Paul said, “not everything is always as it seems.

Oh Noah,” Mr. Hinkle said. “War hurts so many more than those that sent to the front lines. Right now, you are still too close to the center of its energy and you feel the effects of the ripple. “I hope that one day, your children, or grandchildren, will be able to be in a place where the energy has dispelled. Hurt people hurt people. That doesn’t make it right but that’s a fact of life. Find the strength within yourself to break the chains that bind you, little one.

We’ll figure something out, Bernie. We always do.”“I know. But I’m so tired of always having to ‘figure things out,’ you know? I want things to work out for me. One time. That’s all I ask.”“What if that’s not how it’s meant to be. I mean, we don’t know why yet but one day we will.

Remember that you can’t live your life on a fence. You can only build your house on flat land. Sooner or later, you’ll have to make a choice and stick with it.

I’m sorry, Grandfather. I’m sorry that this is how it ends for you. I’m sorry that your last words were not ones said surrounded by family and friends. I’m sorry that you died alone in hospice and that you left the world without anyone by your side. I know that it’s too late, but we are here. And whether you can or can’t see us, you were our grandfather and we’ll always love you,” Noah finished.

Josie, you were my first grandchild. There was so much that I wanted to do right by you. I had so many hopes and dreams for you that I never got to share. I know that it was my fault. I was the one who created a toxic environment, causing your parents to alienate you from me. But it’s my dying wish that you please find it in your heart to forgive me for not being the grandfather you deserved.

War does terrible things to people, Noah. It haunts them in ways that I hope you will never have to live through or experience. This doesn’t make what I did right. But what you did for your brother made you a man in my eyes that day.

Mr. Hinkle felt like an intruder. Yet he couldn’t pull himself away. It was thirty minutes. It was a lifetime of pain. It was a mountain of misunderstandings. It was a flood of vulnerability. So many emotions erupted from every nook and cranny of that room. He couldn’t call it healing because here was no closure. There was no moving past this. If anything, there’d only be regret and sorrow. Mr. Hinkle whispered the two words synonymous with too late: “If only.

Hurt people hurt people,” Mr. Hinkle said. “They can change it by taking small steps and choosing to make a change. It still doesn’t change the fact that hurt people hurt people.