Quotes from Donna Lynn Hope

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who have both, have it all.

Straightforwardness intimidates people. They prefer the veneer, despite what they claim.

Can I be trusted? Can you? I can be trusted with some things, but not all things, just like you.

Honor doesn't revise according to company just as integrity doesn't diminish due to circumstance.

Power, a paycheck and control do sick things to those who have the illusion of possessing it.

You're sad but you hold everything back...

One woman's definition of success may not be another's. Is success, as the world defines it, an accomplishment in a society this sick?

We start our sometimes tedious, sometimes exciting, often times sad and stressful march to the grave the moment we're born, so it might as well be a march worth remembering.

What have I to prove, and to whom, and why? I'm keen enough to want nothing more than to live a simple, humble, unfettered life.

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

Why is it you tell me the truth only when you've fallen asleep? It's then that you visit me.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

I don't make people comfortable but that's what couches are for.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

You love the word love but you don't really love and you don't want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.

All the bruised lives, searching hearts...Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows.

Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?

Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.

If there had once been a chance and there had once been love, then it will still be there in spite of time and obstacles. If you can get past that, you can get past a lot.

I'd rather know a man's sincerity than his love. Whereas I have never needed the latter, one can always count on the former.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.