“Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“They left their encampment with dirt-covered linen strewn about the abandoned grounds amongst clothes, shoes, children’s toys and other discarded belongings. The handcart wheels… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“They could have fought against it, begged for another way or gone off the path in hopes of finding an easier passage. Instead, they… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“Ann did detention like Whitney Houston did cocaine—frequently and without consideration of the consequences.” — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.” — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“A memory of her father flitted through her consciousness. The time he played a slow, melodic tune on the saxophone in the misty rain… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.” — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“I think it would be best if, when you’re having suicidal thoughts of stabbing yourself, that you try to think of rainbows instead.” “Rainbows?”… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“He was not being courageous as he bore the freezing stream for his wife and children. He simply chose between the lesser of two… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
“Nothing monumental happened, the earth didn’t shake, and lightning didn’t strike. There was just a simple moment of raw emotion, unbridled and exposed to… — Sage Steadman Copy Share Image
