Quotes from Jacquelyn Mitchard

Maybe we don't get a long past. Maybe we just get a future.

I'll always remember our first night together, you so flushed and shy, me knowing what I know but scared too because you are the first one I loved. We poured our loneliness into each other and filled the emptiness and dark corners of this place with joy. I think of your long straight back, your strong legs, your hair on the pillow, your dark eyes close, and say your name over and over...it is the sound of bells.

And it was that, the beyond-grief, the sealing-up of a mind still expected to produce order and plans, which she dreaded.

Everyone yearns for heaven, and nothing binds you to the hope of eternal life like that kind of defeat on earth.

She wanted to take him someplace fragrant and homely, like the Pepper Pot in town, and buy vanilla Cokes and steak sandwiches for him and for Sam. They could sit and talk in a warm ring of yellow light until all of them felt full and strong

You'll never regret eating blueberries or working up a sweat.

Keith Fu, my department chair, dropped by my office. he brought me a latte. I'd just found a fortune cooking in my pocked and I showed it to Keith. Its said, I cannot help you, I am only a cookie.

What I learned at the end of my first week back at work after the holiday break was how rough at least some of that road would be. Keith Fu, my department chair, dropped by my office. He brought me a latte. I'd just found a fortune cookie in my pocket and I showed it to Keith. It said, I cannot help you. I am only a cookie.

After a certain span of years, a man who has no family of his own becomes if not dangerous, then impervious.

Do you think I should explore forgiveness more?" Why was she asking this of me, of all the beings in the known universe? In concept, it sounded like the absolute pinnacle of civilization, the best humanity could hope for. How would it work out in reality?

Don't ever let anyone tell you that knowing how you should be reacting to a loss has anything to do with how you react when it's your loss.

was picking my son up at the prison gates when I spotted the mother of the girl he had murdered. Two independent clauses, ten words each, joined by an adverb, made up entirely of words that would once have been unimaginable to think, much less say.