Quotes from Elise Broach

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.

That was the very heart of friendship...your willingness to help each other in a jam, to take a friend's problems as your very own.

I wrote my senior essay on the Santa Fe Writer's Colony and my dissertation on sacred landscapes - the Grand Canyon, the Dakota Badlands. As a setting, I love the West. I just love that western landscape.

A person's birthday should be a special day, a wonderful day, a day of pure celebration for the luck of being born!

My dad always says, some people will treat you badly and you can't help that. But how you handle it and how it makes you feel, that's up to you.

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.

There is a difference between giving into something and accepting it.

A great friendship was like a great work of art, he thought. It took time and attention, and a spark of something that was impossible to describe. It was a happy, lucky accident, finding some kindred part of yourself in a total stranger.

But really, there are no coincidences. Coincidences are just other people's choices, plans you don't know about.

The treasure secretly gathered in your heart will become evident through your creative work. —Albrecht Durer

The most important things in a friendship didn't have to be said out loud.

That was the very heart of friendship...your willingness to help each other in a jam, to take a friend's problems as your very own.

A good friend is someone you can count on. No matter what.

He HAD seen the world. It had been scary at times, but also exhilarating. Who could have imagined it would be such a complicated, interesting place?...When you saw different parts of the world, you saw different parts of yourself. And when you stayed home, where it was safe, those parts of yourself also stayed hidden.

This was different: the feeling of being chosen. Out of everybody in the world...this boy had picked him as the one he liked best of all.

It's strange, isn't it? One small bit of information - a private relationship, something that happened a long time ago - and the whole story seems different.

she could see it now, what her father loved about Shakespeare, about that entire, mysterious time, with its pomp and majesty, secrets and betrayals.

That's the real mystery, isn't it? Not whether he was a common merchant or the queen's son, but how he could understand so much about human nature. And write about it in a way that still rings true, all these years later.' ". . . " 'That's Shakespeare's secret. . .

I suppose we never know what we have the capacity to forgive until we're truly tested.

The most important things in a friendship didn't have to be said out loud. James

Sometimes it bothered him, but mostly it was pretty nice to know that his parents wholeheartedly believed he could do anything, yet were still bursting with pride when he did.

We're never what our parents expected. They have to learn that lesson.

He was beginning to understand that some of the most irritating that his family did stemmed from the depth of their love. And suddenly it felt wonderful to be worried about and fussed over, to be reclaimed by their messy closeness.

When you saw different parts of the world, you saw different parts of yourself. And when you stayed home, where it was safe, those parts of yourself also stayed hidden.