Quotes from Robyn Carr

Guys like us. Who'd ever have thought?" Jack rubbed a hand across the back of his sweaty neck and said, "Yeah, well, look out. You bite the dust like I did and all of a sudden you're breeding up a ball team." "I'll

One of the things that interests me year-round—as a Christian, as a theologian, as a human being—is that star,

Tell me something from your childhood on the reservation. Something I couldn't guess—like the happiest day of your life.

They're first, that's all. I could love you more than life itself and they would still be first. It's a commitment a mother makes when she has children.

The March sun had warmed the land and brought out the buds. Mel had a fleeting thought that seeing this place in full bloom would be glorious, but then reminded herself that she would miss it.

He is that guy who seems so alone and a guy who's made his way in the world just fine. It's just that his world is a different kind of world; it's not that rushing, heavily populated world of demands and connections so many of us have. His is mostly a quiet world and his relationships seemed to be the same. The way he seemed to like it.

She threatened him with dire consequences if he got all puffed up and studly about this. It was easy for him to take it in stride—exactly how many eight-pound babies had he pushed out? And if he joked about this even once, she was going to make him pay. Perhaps for life. Jack

You cannot wake a person who is pretending to be asleep

Tell me your secrets. Tell me when you were most afraid.

Jack had some premonitions. His patience was going to be severely tested for the next several months. He was not going to be having much sex. John Stone, her OB, was going to think this was hilarious. He might have to kill John. "Well,

Jack's hands were shaking as he did so, wiping the muck of birth from his son's little body. Mel was straining up to see him, her fingers reaching toward him to touch him. For a moment Jack was paralyzed. Transfixed. Before he could close the blanket around him, he stared at him in sheer wonder. His son. Brought right out of his wife's body. Naked, covered with muck, squalling, and the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

I'm going back to sacrifice myself to the gods of residency in two days. They'll chew me up and spit me out. Those chief residents are ruthless and they want revenge for what was done to them when they were the little guys.

And he wanted someone to care enough about him to try to find him. He wanted someone to love him. It had been so long since anyone had loved him.

Just tell me this—are you going to be hurt or disappointed?" she asked. "I'm going to be grateful," he whispered. Then he pulled her down beside him. "Come here. Let me hold you. It's all I've got.

Mel was going to breast-feed right up to basic training," Jack said. "I thought he'd be my only baby and I didn't want to rush him," she said, a tear spilling over. She got a very pathetic look on her face. On that note, Jack leaned down and scooped her up from behind, holding her. He had a unique sense for when it would work and when it would get him smacked. Right at that moment, she needed a little human contact, support from her man. "Then

Esforzarse es obligatorio. Sufrir es opcional.

I'm the weak one, he thought dismally, and she's the one with the strength of a thousand soldiers.

The only thing that could make him happier would be if they could become a real family—husband, wife and kids. This was still in its infancy and Abby needed time. But she liked him, he knew she did. She couldn't keep it secret. She liked him, depended on him, respected him. It was going in the right direction. He

It's time for you to take stock of what you have, not of what you may have lost.

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth: Not going all the way, and not starting.

RV. His hands plunged into his pockets, heading toward

There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

She loved watching John—his movements so slow and steady, confident. And to talk with him in the evening after closing, even for a while, was like a reward. The sound of his voice as he read to her son, kind of raspy and soft, comforted her as much as it did Chris. She

I found him, I want to get to know him, I want to understand him. Everything. I want to understand everything. And that takes time. And there's no place I have to be right now.