Quotes from Julianne MacLean

You just need to recognize inspiration when it strikes.

We certainly did. We just wanted to survive. That's all. Your house could be bombed, and you could lose everything you owned in a matter of seconds, but it wouldn't matter if you still had the people you loved. If they survived, that was all the riches you could ever ask for. So, don't let the size of that ring sway you. Think about what kind of a man he is. Is he decent and honorable? Would he die for you or help another person before he helped himself?

Well, I have news for you. Life is short. It flies by faster than you think, and you never know when the rug will get pulled out from under you, so if you really want something more, you need to get busy.

But life happens the way it happens, and there's no point wishing the past was any different. It will always be what it was, and there's not a damn thing we can

Vivian had hoped her father would be in bed by the time she arrived home, but she was never lucky where he was concerned. The wine shop was closed, of course, but the lights were still on in their two

That's the thing about regret, and over-analyzing the past. We can wish all we want that we had done something differently, but maybe a different path might have been all wrong for us, and things would have turned out far worse than

It was difficult to believe that twenty-four hours ago, my life had seemed almost perfect. I had been in love with an amazing man, and I had thought I was about to become engaged—that we would start a family together, and I'd be happy at last. But maybe I wasn't meant to be happy. Or to be a mother. Maybe the universe was just teasing me, letting me float briefly up to the clouds to enjoy the view from there, only to slam me back down to earth and rub my face in the dirt.

Life should come with a warning label," Diana replied. "Caution. Ups and downs ahead. Proceed with extreme care.

But there's no sense wishing for the past to be different, because it is what it is. We make the best choices we can at any given moment, and then we have to figure out where to go from there, and how. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes, not so much.

I think we just have to get through the hard stuff and have faith that we're on a path to the place we're meant to be. Everything that happens to us moves us one step closer to that place.

I'm sure that DNA testing will rule Dean out as a suspect, because there's no way he could have been

I need to beat that spiteful little devil down with a big fat Oprah stick.

Are you wondering, like I am, why all the stars have disappeared?" Every nerve in her body quivered with excitement. "They haven't exactly disappeared," she said, lowering her gaze. "They're merely hiding." Martin came to stand beside her. He looked up, too. "The moon is hiding as well. But look, there it is. Oops, gone again." She could not help but laugh. "Those shifty stratocumuli.

No matter how dark things became, no matter how

also know that I can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes. But sometimes, a flicker of light can emerge from the darkest, most unexpected tragedies.

desperate or lonely, I always believed there was a light somewhere beyond my ability to see.

Each time we saw her, she expressed dissatisfaction with her job because she was a people person and wanted to do something that involved more human interaction.

Sometimes, nature is a beast," he said, "and tragedy is unavoidable. I see a great deal of it in my profession, and I have learned that most of us must face some form of challenge in our lives. But without hardship, we wouldn't learn and grow.

In that moment, I believe with all my heart that everything is going to be okay for all of us. Just like the waves that keep rolling onto the beach, happiness may recede sometimes, but then it comes back. It always comes back.

Life is easier when you know yourself. When you can accept your past and your limitations and recognize your strengths and desires. When you really know who you are and what you want, and you don't try to be something you're not." I let out a breath.

Regret is a powerful teacher.

Writing is a solitary occupation, and we like it that way.

Then you see a light—a brilliant, dazzling light—more calming and loving than any words can possibly describe, and everything finally makes sense to you. You are no longer afraid, and you know what lies ahead.

Without knowledge of misery, there can be no true knowledge of joy.