Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under. — Karen White Copy Share Image
“If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk back up to Heaven and bring you home again.” — Karen White Copy Share Image
Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing. — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Some are called to be gardeners of souls, and she'd tended hers with the blind dedication that accepted the floods and famine along with… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“It's good to be a little nervous. God compensates those with a lack of talent with an overabundance of self-confidence. -Gigi” — Karen White Copy Share Image
“It bonded us. Branded us as best friends. Because I will always remember that when I told her I needed help burying a body,… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“I looked around the garden, the sun feeling warm on my back. "So why are you here? I would think you'd want to be… — Karen White Copy Share Image
Sometimes we make decisions because it seems to be the only path visible at the moment. It's only later that we see there was… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Love is all about sacrifices—big and small ones. It’s only when you know how much you could give up for somebody that you know… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Jude says it's because that's the way I look at life_ it's so much more exciting when you don't know what's on the other… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“...hearing again the words from the Gullah woman, All shut-eye ain't sleep; all good-bye ain't gone.” — Karen White Copy Share Image
