Quotes from Linda Lael Miller

But we do have other choices, my dear. We can turn our backs on all that we know is right, sit ourselves down, fold our hands and allow wickedness to go unchallenged and therefore to prevail. We can run away and hide. Or we can stand our ground and fight inequality to our last heartbeat, knowing that if we perish, we have done all that we could and others will carry on, just as those who came before us have done.

It's not smart to hold yourself away from the shocks of life, the good ones or the bad. They're all part of the mix, and paradoxically, shying away from them only makes things harder.

That was then. This is now.

than that as Bex turned her back and started to take

Tal vez había cambiado de verdad. Y tal vez, si ella se ponía unas zapatillas rojas y entrechocaba los talones, aparecía en Kansas.

Lincoln's heartbeat picked up a little, the way it always did when he rounded that last bend in the road and saw home waiting up ahead. Home.

You're the one with the badge," I admitted, "but I'm the one being haunted by a seven-year-old in a ballerina costume.

unless you've walked in another person's skin, you don't know what he's put up with, what he's gone through

Her fatigue was gone; she felt vital and strong, like a tree coming back to life in the springtime, vibrant with sap, ready to put out buds and then blossoms.

He wished he knew how to make tea, wished he even had some to try with. That was what Miss June-bug wanted when she was feeling low, a good cup of tea, and it always seemed to brace her right up.

Won't I be showing?" Libby fretted, looking from Julie to Paige. "Looking like a pillow smuggler in my wedding dress wasn't part of the fantasy, ladies.

I'm a sucker for punishment," Joslyn answered cheerfully. "There's something about him—" "Raw sexual magnetism, maybe?" Kendra prompted, beginning to perk up as the caffeine hit her bloodstream. "You noticed," Joslyn joked. "It's hard not to," Kendra replied. "I think God was showing off a little when He decided to throw Slade Barlow together." "Amen," agreed Joslyn.

Caleb's mind filled with an unbidden image of her in the parlor of the grand house in Fox Chapel, wearing silks and satins and graciously greeting his guests of an evening. He'd be the envy of every man north of the Mason-Dixon line. He shook off the idea. He was looking for another mistress, not a wife.

Courage, like so many other things, was not something one did or didn't have; it was a decision, a choice.