“As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my father or Connor, or myself. I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?”
“As Sidda joined Vivi in staring out into the darkness of the fields, where hundreds of sunflowers grew, she thought: I will never fully know my mother, any more than I will ever know my father or Connor, or myself. I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?”
Rebecca Wells
“I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.”
Rebecca Wells“When the Deep Purple falls,Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky,Thru the mist of a memoryYou wander back to me,Breathing my name with a sigh.In the still of the night,Once again I hold you tight, Tho' you're gone, your love lives onWhen moonlight beams.And as long as my heart will beatLover, we'll always meetHere in my Deep Purple dreams.”
Rebecca Wells“...you do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.”
Rebecca Wells“...Don't ever worry bout bein holy, babychild. Just keep your eyes wide open except when you sleep. Then let the Lord's mighty vision see you through the night.”
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere“Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.”
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere“See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.”
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere“Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...”
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere“There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other.”
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere“Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.”
Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood“How many years went by unnoticed, unembraced?”
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