Quotes from Luanne Rice

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

Hallmark makes beautiful films that feel as if they should be watched in a theater. The Hall family knows the power of stories, and they give us unforgettable movies with heart and depth and the resonance of classics.

One of my earliest memories is of seeing my mother in her beach chair, reading a book under an umbrella by the water's edge while my sisters and I played beside her. Of all the life lessons she taught me, that is one of my favorites: to take time at a place I love, restore my spirit with books and the beach.

My father gave me an old Olympia portable when I was in fourth grade. Our ancestors came from Ireland. Our family stories of immigration helped me understand more about my characters in 'The Lemon Orchard.'

Here are a few of the actors who have brought my novels to TV life: Bill Pullman, Holly Hunter, Frances McDormand, Julian Sands, Gena Rowlands, Rob Lowe, Julia Ormond, Chelsea Hobbs, Tate Donovan, Anne Heche, Max Martini, Campbell Scott, Kimberly Paisley-Williams, Alexa Vega, and the late legends Richard Kiley and Kim Hunter.

Several of my favorite cousins and some of my best friends are lawyers, and I find the profession endlessly fascinating.

'Little Night' comes from deep in my heart, and tells about the lengths people will go for love.

My first three-sisters novel in a while, 'Sandcastles' tells the story of the Sullivan family - two passionate artists and their three wildly different daughters. There's also a renegade nun and a mystery man, but I don't want to give too much away!

I am a close friend of Robert Loggia. And I just love how, with actors, there's the screen persona. Here is Robert, known for his portrayal of many characters, including gangsters. But in real life, he is elegant and erudite. He sits in the garden reading the sonnets of William Shakespeare.

That was really it, her message as a nun and a child of God: listen deeply to your heart. That was how and where God communicated with people. Not so much in burning bushes or on mountaintops, in blue grottos or apparitions of the Virgin Mary, but more often in the depths of their own hearts.

All I know is we're 16 and ready to be kissed, kissed kissed.

Camille Claudel, Auguste Rodin's model and thrown-away lover.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter to the other. "Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. "Now there is no more loneliness; now you are two persons but there is only one life before you. "Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your life together. "And may your days be good and long upon the earth and in heaven.

Love is the greatest blessing there is, and when you love someone as much as he loved you, you can't let go lightly. You just can't.

Summer meant the garden. It meant roses, hollyhocks, larkspur, geraniums. It meant birds. It meant long days and starry nights.

Be ready for the gift you least expect. Every day. It's the only way to live….

faith: belief in light of the absence of proof, enlightenment received through prayer, and that which is seen and unseen….

Nell found adults to be constrained. It was as if sometime during their late youth, someone had drawn a box for them to step into. The box had four sides, a bottom, and a top; the adult would hop in—willingly, it seemed—and never get out again.

Kindred spirits stayed. They helped each other through it all. They understood that love was nothing less than a miracle, through all the days of all the years.

She found the combination intriguing. Because there were three, at all times two sisters holding hands would be facing the same direction. And one would be facing a different way. No matter how you looked at it, two would always be united. And one would be separate. But which two? And which one?

he caught sight of the osprey, wheeling overhead, flying in wide circles. He hovered in the air, borne by the breeze. He made it look so easy—-just floating in the air, lazily flying over the beach and sea. But Zeb knew the bird was hunting, fighting to stay alive, riding through all the dangers hidden by the beautiful day.

Men are like tigers," Rumer said. "They don't change their stripes.

Always look kindly on the old, Bairbre . . . Because they have loved people so much longer than you have, they have so very much more to lose . . .

artists look at what is, what they can see, and they draw it. Poets never trust the surface. They learn to look beneath, and to trust what they can't see.