At thirty-two, pregnant and recently divorced, Jillian Parrish and her seven-year-old daughter find refuge and solace on Pawleys Island, South Carolina. Jillian had experienced her best childhood memories here-until her best friend Lauren Mills disappeared, never to be found. At the time, Linc... read more
“Sometimes our children are put into places that are very hard to survive. I've had a lot wilt and die, and it makes me so sad. But some do very nicely. I think the fight makes them stronger."”Janie
“Most importantly, never forget that no matter how bad things look, it always gets better. All you need to do is have a little bit of hope.”Highlighted by 25 Kindle customers
“Motherhood is a mixed bag. You make of it what you can. And nobody expects you to be perfect—most of the time all you have to do is just show up.”Highlighted by 21 Kindle customers
The Angels were all singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon Or curb a runaway young star or two.Highlighted by 19 Kindle customers
sometimes mothers can only do their best. It’s all God ever asks of us. And all he can expect with what we’re given.”Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
“You just fertilize, prune and talk to them. And in all that taking care of them, you find that your own heart is just about full to bursting with love and pride. It’s no big secret.”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
“Sometimes you just have to let go of the past and live on hope. It’s a thin meal, but it gets you by. And someday, bang, it’s better. It’s like wishing on dolphins: You know they’re out there, and if you wait long enough, they’ll come.”Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
If she doesn’t struggle through the small hole she makes in the cocoon, she’ll skip that whole step and never learn to fly. And what sort of life would that be?Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
Sometimes mothers can only do their best. It’s all God ever asks of us. And all he can expect with what we’re given.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Ebb tide, flood tide. Her grandmother had always said that each life would have a bit of both, each to even out the other. But even at ebb tide, when the dried, packed sand seemed to gasp for water and the ocean seemed so far away, there would be things left behind to comfort you until the ocean returned with the flood tide.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
We all have to follow where our hearts lead and not the other way around.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
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