Top 88 Rebecca Wells Quotes
#1. You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?
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#3. Life is short but it is wide. this too shall pass.
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#4. Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death, they died it together.
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#5. She's smiling that smile they smile before they grow bosoms.
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#6. Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.
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#7. 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?
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#9. Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.
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#10. Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.
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#11. They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.
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#12. Nothing picks me up quicker than a movie, a Coca-Cola, and a box of popcorn. I could walk in feeling like I didn't want to live anymore, and walk out on cloud nine.
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#13. The notes danced through the June air; Vivi could feel them dust her hair and shoulders. She could feel the notes enter her and settle deep into her bones.
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#14. What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.
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#16. The moon loved them. Not because they were beautiful, or because they were perfect, or because they were perky, but because they were her darling daughters.
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#17. 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.
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#18. She saw night lights in the rooms of the babies who dreamed soft seersucker dreams, drugged happy with the heat, their pink baby bodies curled against worn out cotton, not fearing Hitler yet, their strong, tiny hearts beating in unison with the trees and the creeks and the bayou
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#19. [T]he right way to pray is not to beg, but to picture good things, to banish all bad things from our mind.
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#20. It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.
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#21. I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.
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#22. You don't get no trophies for livin the life you born into. It just be your job, and you lucky if you can do the work set out in front of you and not fret if it seem puny.
Chaney, Little Altars Everywhere
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#23. The alligators can get you at any age, Buddy. But the worst thing you can do is freeze.
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#24. I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.
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#25. I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.
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#26. She leaned down and smelled the skin at Connor's shoulders right at the spots where, as Martha Graham might have said, his own wings might have been attached.
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#27. It's life, Sidda. You just climb on the beast and ride.
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#29. You can't let fear of hurricanes stop your from putting seeds in the ground, even if they're going to grow tall only to be destroyed.
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#30. You cannot escape from life. Life is not a book. You can't just set it down on the coffee table and walk away from it when it gets boring or you get tired.
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#31. There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.
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#32. Books are living things with blood and bones, and it breaks our heart when people dissect them.
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#33. The words shot through Vivi's bones and blood and muscle, and her body relaxed, so that when her feet touched the ground they met the earth differently, as though they had found roots that reached deep down and anchored to something tender and undamaged.
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#34. His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.
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#35. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats - let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible ...
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#36. God will not allow us to be overwhelmed by temptation, but with it He will provide a way of escape so that we will be able to endure it.
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#37. Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.
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#38. I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.
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#39. You do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.
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#40. I believe that we are given strength and help from a power much larger than ourselves. I believe if I humble myself that this power will come through me, and help me create work that is bigger than I would have ever been able to have done alone.
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#41. What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?
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#42. As a writer, I am not goddess of the universes I create. I am at most a stage manager of the plentiful gifts which tumble out of the horn of plenty, which is to say there is a source so sweet and forgiving and generous that I pray every day to let that source be my guide.
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#43. These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.
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#44. Glorious theater. It creates family for all kinds of orphans.
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#45. But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.
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#46. This is a cardinal Ya-Ya rule: you must meet each person's eyes while clinking glasses in a toast. Otherwise, the ritual has no meaning, it's just pure show. And that is something the Ya-Yas are not.
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#47. I can't help it, I'm an addict.'
'Don't corrupt the word 'addict,' Goddamnit,' Caro said. 'I'm fed up with everybody claiming they're addicted. You're just a ponderer, Sidda, that's all.
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#48. Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.
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#49. I wish I knew then what I know now - and still had those thighs!
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#50. Say there is no truth. Say there are only scraps that we feebly try to sew togethr.
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#51. [D]ance can become prayer and prayer can become dance.
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#52. In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a merciful heart. She kicks her her splendid legs like the moon is her swing and the sky, her front porch. She waves down at Sidda like she has just spotted an old buddy.
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#53. Shep claimed eating cake like that so early in the morning was a 'whore's breakfast.' The rest of them didn't care. They were happy little whores who didn't worry about saving a morsel.
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#54. Many people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.
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#55. Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to. This is something that I've struggled with my whole life long.
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#56. Mama parted with these Divine Secrets because I asked her to, Sidda thought. the reason I feel like crying, Sidda realized, is not just because this scrapbook is vulnerable, but because Mama, whether she knows it or not, has made herself so vulnerable to me.
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#57. ... the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.
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#58. I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.
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#60. Listen to me, Siddalee, and listen good: There is no excuse to let your looks go, no matter how poor you are. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, but honey let me tell you, ugliness will get you nowhere.
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#61. A full moon shimmered over central Louisiana. This was no rinky-dink moon. This was a moon you had to curtsy to. A big, heavy, mysterious, beautiful, bossy moon. The kind you want to serve things to on a silver platter.
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#62. Uncountable the number off breaths I've taken for granted in my life.
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#63. Every time I thought that I was "put together," I realized that we're always putting ourselves together, gathering the world in, letting it sift down and form us.
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#65. See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.
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#66. I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.
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#67. But all she wanted to do was lie in bed, eat Kraft macaroni and cheese, and hide from the alligators.
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#68. It was the kind ... of Southern women ... who believe ... that it is impossible to arrive in a new place without a pair of shoes to match every possible change of clothes.
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#69. Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.
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#72. Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island from Canada, and after that when they come from the fields in La Connor, not far from where I live.
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#73. A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.
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#74. It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course.
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#75. At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.
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#76. Those eagles, like angels, don't distinguish between work and play. To them, it is all one and the same.
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#77. Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.
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#78. Life is short, but it is wide. Genevieve Whitman taught me that.
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#79. I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..
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#80. How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.
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#81. We have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.
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#82. 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 ...
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#83. The very air they breathed was almost a juice.
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#84. I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.
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#85. I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.
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#86. She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.
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#87. She breathed in the vast world of suffering and pure, dark love, and as she did, a well of compassion began to flow in her.
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#88. Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.
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