Sidda can't help herself, She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves those black letters marching across the white pages.
Rebecca WellsShep claimed eating cake like that so early in the morning was a 'whore's breakfast.' The rest of them didn't care. They were happy little whores who didn't worry about saving a morsel.
Rebecca WellsStichwörter: humor
Mama parted with these Divine Secrets because I asked her to, Sidda thought. the reason I feel like crying, Sidda realized, is not just because this scrapbook is vulnerable, but because Mama, whether she knows it or not, has made herself so vulnerable to me.
Rebecca WellsSadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.
Rebecca WellsMany people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.
Rebecca WellsWhat they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.
Rebecca WellsThey wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.
Rebecca WellsThese are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.
Rebecca WellsStichwörter: life family home safety light possessions glimmers
It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course.
Rebecca WellsBecause I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.
Rebecca WellsStichwörter: family-relationships hometown
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