A friend told me once that she gained comfort from well loved books....that she would read them in hard times and things would some how be better....
"I kissed him, then, and the idea that we were going to stop, that we would not touch each other again, disappeared, a puff of smoke"
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“I knew what it was like to want, to desire so intensely you were willing to throw everything else into its fire.”
“It has always been a great comfort to me that I could bring a book anywhere, to any place. To any part of my life.”
“We learned in class, were lectured to about wars and famines, ancient kings and queens, the habits of presidents. But the lectures were cursory. We needed to know what happened, because we were the well-bred daughters of men who could afford to educate us--but not why, or how.”
Nothing is closer than a girl and her horse.
“I thought of my picture in the Castle. But what would future girls see when they looked at the photograph during their daily comings and goings, peering closely? Not the shade of my hair, rendered colorless. Not anything, really. Just a girl on a horse, like so many other girls.”
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Galaxer cave dwellers on Yonahlossee Road, Blowing Rock, North Carolina -- May 12, 1912. Frank W. Bicknell Photograph Collection, North Carolina State Archives, Raleigh, NC. - Click image to find more history Pinterest pins
“People can lie about their childhoods, they can make up any sort of story and you must believe them, unless you were there with them, unless you saw for yourself. It is a burden to know a person so well. Sometimes a gift, but always a burden.”
“At Yonahlosee I learned the lesson that I had started to teach myself at home: my life was mine. And I had to lay claim to it.”
“The urge was strong to tell my best friend, the only best friend I’d ever had, everything. But the stronger urge was to secret my pleasure away, keep it all to myself. Telling meant sharing, and sharing ruined everything.”
“And horses were always a part of my life, a blessing; taking comfort in them had always ben something I’d done by instinct, and it was instinct I never outgrew. I took pleasure in how good I was in the saddle, how well I knew my way around a horse. I was good at something in a way most people are never good at anything in their lives.”
“Our yellow and blue scarves disappeared from our closets, along with out sweaters. We thawed. Too; everyone seemed prettier, nicer, fresher in the spring air.”
“But I discovered that I was very good at ignoring the unalterable. Sometimes it was as if God was watching, had narrowed his vision until Yonahlossee appeared, nestled in the mountains. I had wanted something very badly, and then I had gotten it, and the getting kept getting better.”