69 Quotes by Vera Jane Cook

I should have seen his weaknesses and only given him a section of myself but I loved him to my core, no matter who he was. There were no hidden places in my heart that would not welcome him or any sacred ground inside my being that he could not walk upon.

Days have a sameness. Even new, they offer little beyond weather changes and sudden deaths.

Roland was handsome, movie star perfect, and he moved knowing it.

I may never know Mama as well as I wanted to but I knew how gentle she was. I had been a jig saw puzzle for her just waiting to be touched and made whole. But now, I was free from hurting her. She was looking at me, not as a loss but as a gain.

I wonder why the dead can't talk, look at all the crimes we'd solve if the damn dead would just Ouija board us our answers, or tell all those weird psychic people who killed 'em.

She heard his scream, Graham's scream, and she smiled. She would bear the pain. She would heal. He would not.

Why my husband, Savannah?" Clarissa whispered. It was still a shock after all these years, a betrayal with an endless sting.

He had become like an old sweater, full of holes but never to be discarded, too many cold nights to find it in the back of a drawer and pull out.

I guess, if you ever had God figured out the universe would be split in thousands of pieces and it would disappear and we who have dreamed ourselves alive would all fade away in all those splintered parts. What I mean to say is, it isn't meant for us to know anything.