Quotes from Susan Wiggs

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

Her sandwiches were beyond delicious. Pimento cheese, smoked meatloaf, egg salad, roast beef and remoulade, honey butter biscuits and fried chicken… Folks lived for her food.

the administrator was known to be an extreme antichoice activist who insisted that a ball of cells the size of a garbanzo bean should supersede the will of a living, breathing woman.

It seemed most of the town rallied around her, and the attention and caring seemed to boost Nina's spirits. It gave Sonnet hope, too. There was something powerful in the energy that came from friends and neighbors and family.

Are you taking piano lessons?" Alice asked Ruby. "No," said Ruby. "I don't know how to play." "Well, this is a fine instrument. It's not a toy." "Then why is it called playing?

Acting was all about making yourself feel things-love,rage,euphoria,agony. She had to unlearn those things now. She had to teach herself not to feel. Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

More than a thousand veterans still remained unaccounted for, and his father, Richard Arthur Finnemore, was one of them.

The treats she served were the stuff of dreams—-a buttery tart glistening with fresh fruit, a molasses cookie that made Margot almost swoon with pleasure when she sampled it, and tiny, decadent chocolate brownies and lemon bars.

The trees had long since dropped their colorful matntles of leaves. The grass had gone dormant and lay dry and beaten down, as if it would never grow again. An air of bleakness hovered everywhere, giving the place a sense of waiting. A good, clean snowfall would change everything.

DEDICATION In memory of my dad, Nick Klist —with deepest gratitude for all the love, the courage, the laughter, and the wisdom of a lifetime. He lives in the hearts of those who loved him.

The days of chefs who threw tantrums, who bullied and underpaid their workers, were numbered.

He was killed while serving in the military, during operation Desert Storm." She had only the vaguest recollection of the conflict. She had been in grade school when it was going on, and the conflict had been as remote as a space shuttle launch. Seeing the man in the picture, with his hauntingly familiar smile, suddenly made it real to her. "I'm terribly sorry.

Cubby's one of the best pitmasters in the world. His brisket is so falling-apart tender you'd swear it was cooked in butter. Folks would travel miles to sample Queen's house-made sausage, her vegan portobello sandwiches with creamy remoulade, and her Texas sheet cake.

Why did joy bring the same tears as sadness? Why did the throat and chest ache with fire, regardless? Was it because, deep down, everyone knew it was fragile and ephemeral? Did the tears come from the knowledge that everything could turn in the blink of an eye?

Winston Churchill once said, "When you are going through hell, keep going.

The handblown glass pickle ornaments from Lauscha in Germany can date back as far as 1847, and are treasured by families everywhere. The first child to spy the ornament on the tree Christmas morning gets an extra gift from Santa, and the first adult enjoys good luck all the year through.

loved coming here. It always felt so…safe. I was allowed to read any book I wanted. No one interrupted me, or if they did, it was done gently and with respect. I always wished the rest of the world would be run like a library.

When she was little and a bad dream woke her, Gran would advise her to change the channel by turning her pillow over. It worked every time.

She looked like a fairy princess but she was a hard worker, pitching in as he showed her how to score the different loaves and move them into the proofing area.

Alexander is a Montgomery. He doesn't belong in some backwater resort town. If he had stayed where he belongs, none of this would have happened. If you stay in bed every morning and never get up, nothing will ever happen to you. But that's no way to live. I can see why my son likes you.

she was a digital geek. He'd always considered himself pretty good at multitasking, but she truly had a gift. At any given moment, she could juggle up to three devices. She might be tweeting on her iPhone while taking a call, at the same time scheduling something on her iPad and uploading a video to the internet.

Maybe that was why the term "old flame" had been invented. Somebody always got burned.

Dolce is Italian for sweet, and it applies not just to music and food, but also to life itself. Just as every meal should end with something sweet, so should every life be filled with il dolce .

We all have our own unique gifts. It is incumbent upon the larger society to discover them.