69 Quotes by Vera Jane Cook

Love is not only blind it’s imbecilic.

He’s going to be famous. He’s just so out there.

And the ghosts walked into my memory, into the happiness, into the pain of my future, and they wished me well. I turned, as though I saw them in the unfolding season, in the beauty and in the death of autumn. Perhaps I had, perhaps I had.

Clarissa remembered why she didn’t like him, he was astucious, an ambiguous villain in a gentleman’s three piece suit.

I looked back at the two of them. I knew I didn’t have the sharpest knives carving my Christmas turkey but I had what I had.

He would ask her, of course, and they would honeymoon at the Canary Inn, but that particular weekend wouldn’t be about forever, not just yet. It would be about the discovery Bessie made, about love, how it boomerangs toward you on quiet feet and tugs softly, never raging or insisting on anything other than recognition, and an unencumbered path of return.

Everybody has got to hate someone, human nature.

Nothing worse than grey light coming in your window on a Sunday morning. Personally, I don’t like the color grey. It reminds me of the absence of color. I know, I know, people say grey is a color but it isn’t. It’s grey. Grey like smoke, like clouds, like ash. Grey like dirt and shale. Grey is Mr. Wiley’s hair and a cat bit me once was grey. Grey is a deadly color. Grey gets between me and the sun and threatens rain. It’s a downer, grey is. Don’t ever wear grey, people are likely to avoid you.

Angus had been hurt deeply by what John Peter had done, that he might have lost a friend in such a horrible way. I could see that. But even aside from the stupid thing John Peter had done, Angus was hurting for me, feeling my pain, taking it with him as he rode off. He might not have understood all of what I was feeling but he had embraced it. He didn’t get it after Millie died, but now he knew what loss could do to a person. Empathy just might save the world one day.