Quotes from Rachel Hauck

She ate--so, so good--cocooned in the harmonic dissonance of a large family, where every sound was distinct yet blended.

Alone was the loneliest place on earth

Going with it was Tenley's superpower. Only child of a single dad, she'd learned to roll with almost any situation. The upside was very little ruffled her. The downside was very little ruffled her.

This was Miss Blanche's daughter? She was a mess. A beautiful mess.

Standing there in her robe, that ridiculous robe, with the socks and slippers bulging from the pockets, Jonas saw a glint, the sparkle of a buried gem, in Tenley. He saw a woman worthy of love. Deserving of a man who would give her himself.

I chose you because the One who beckoned me to follow Him also chose you. For me.

capable woman you are and

You're stuck more to this place than Lorelai Gilmore is to Stars Hollow.

Finding a seat in the back, she worshipped with the early service congregation, eyes closed, arms held wide, her heart offering it all to the One who wooed her with love and grace. Unconditional and uncompromising. Perfectly done on His part, not so much hers. But

John had no desire to move but to just be. The rain seemed to do more than water the earth tonight. It seemed to water him.

Part of getting over pain and hurt doesn't always mean we have to talk about it. Sometimes it is wiser to keep our thoughts to ourselves. We forget how powerful words can be.

Whoever wanted this trunk

Love isn't love just because someone receives it or reciprocates," Coral said. "Loving someone who doesn't love you in return is perhaps the greatest kind of love. Sacrificial. Without demand or condition.

God told you to leave that trunk in the basement for me?" Incredulous. Doubt. Awe. "I think He did. I believe He did. And you found it. And you wore it.

Don't let another shovelful of dirt cover this, this thing that haunts you.

The grandfather clock struck the half hour. She must be away. Glancing from Mama to Mrs. Smith to Mrs. Astor, she did the only polite thing she could do. She rolled her eyes back in her head, exhaled a loud gasp and swooned out of her chair.

If you didn't miss where you've been, it didn't mean that much to you.

Charlotte read the preprinted slip. Redeemed. $1,000. She whirled around. "Wait, sir, excuse me, but how did you know . . ." But he was gone. Along with the crowd and the hum of voices. Charlotte stood completely alone except for the battered trunk and the glittering swirl in the air.

Have you ever been hurt by someone you loved, Carpenter, but loved that person anyway?" "Indeed, I have." "And? Was it worth it?" "Every single time.

But isn't the core of forgiveness that the debt is paid? You don't owe the offended anymore.

That one . . . she is mine.

Heaven is breaking into our world.

Charlotte." No, no, no. "Dixie, wait, listen to me—

Love is vast, rich, textured. If you limit yourself to only romantic love, you will never love well.