Late one night, a teenage couple drives up to the big white clapboard home on the Blessing estate and leaves a box. In that instant, the lives of those who live and work there are changed forever. Skip Cuddy, the caretaker, finds a baby girl asleep in that box and decides he wants to keep the... read more
“The moon is so much better than the sun.”
She had filled her days mourning that shadow life, and it had no more meaning than the chattering of monkeys. Instead, these last few weeks, she had seen what might have been had she not felt perpetually done out of something better.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
It was the language of love, and it had shifted her made-up mind on its lifelong axis. What did it matter how you got to that moment, so long as you got there in time?Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
She realized that lying was easier than telling the truth because it had such nice smooth edges, not jagged with impossibility and inconvenience the way the truth so often was.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
stop thinking about what’s right and start considering what’s good?”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
And suddenly she knew in her bones, the way she knew the alphabet or the Lord’s Prayer or the piano fingering to “Clair de Lune,” that that was a life no better than the life she had had.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
Once there had been the unthinkable deaths, like Benny’s and Sunny’s, deaths mercifully obliterated by sleep so that each morning, as her mind surfaced from dreaming, she would have to accept them all over again.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
The curse of having young people about the house was that they were always so redolent of possibility.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
It occurred to Skip that babies had a way of making people exactly what they were but more so. Faith had brought out the rectitude and responsibility in Mrs. Blessing, the warmth in Jennifer Foster, and the capability in him, so that she had made him think well of himself.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
A cemetery was a place intended to be still. It was here, where once there had been life, that death was felt most profoundly.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
go. The first had been the unthinkable deaths of youth, the second the wrenching losses of middle age. Now there were the inevitable deaths of old age, which one after another prefigured her own. Such sad news.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
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