Quotes from Susan Wiggs

She was starting to see that there was nothing wrong with sometimes letting the day unfold according to its own rhythm.

How would you live your life differently if you could start over, what would you do, who would you be, where would you go, what would you embrace?

All arguments, at their core, were about power. Who had it. Who wanted it. Who would surrender. Who would prevail.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said, "America's greatest contribution to the world is the summer camp." Anyone

There was something elemental and, all right, fundamentally sexy, about a guy building a fire for a woman. Maybe it went back to caveman times. She felt a natural attraction to a man with the instinct to make a fire for her.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. —Isak Dinesen

Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation! —Jane Austen (1798)

He stopped working and smiled at her. "What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?" "I'm thinking I'd best do something about you soon." "Are you open to suggestions?" Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. "Not of that sort.

used to say you'll never be happy with what you want until you can be happy with what you've got," Cleo

Don't walk in circles. Walk in a straight line. At least you'll end up somewhere.

The pressure of his mouth eased. He drew away, holding her at arm's length. He filled her vision, broad shoulders and shaggy head framed by the crags and cliffs of Connemara. He had a look of astonished delight on his face, while dangerous banked fires smoldered in his eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he stepped back and said, "Look me in the eye, Caitlin MacBride, and tell me you've been kissed before.

There was something in the way a man held a woman when he was about to let her go.

He wanted to experience the world in all its messy, confusing glory.

Only the truly faithful believed someone was actually there on the other end, listening.

Thank you for all the Acts of Light which beautified a summer now passed to its reward. —letter from Emily Dickinson to Mrs. John Howard Sweetser

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time. —John Berger, English art critic

Seeing him amid the yellow leaves and berry-colored hips of the spent roses, and the fading hollyhocks gone to seed along the garden wall, filled her heart.

You're never alone when you're reading a book

What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe."—Luther Burbank. "It's the

she opened the lid and was hit with a musty smell she could immediately put a name to: camp. It was an unforgettable combination of mildew, wood smoke and outdoors, an essence that resisted laundering and airing out.

Most of us become parents long before we have stopped being children." —Mignon McLaughlin

Peace was a relative thing. It didn't have so much to do with where a person lived as how he lived.

We don't realize how wonderful today is until tomorrow. —Amish proverb

Just my luck, she thought. Here I am in the middle of nowhere, and Easy Rider comes to my rescue.