I remember the first time I held my book, my first book in my hands. I cannot tell you how it moved… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
I've got a lot to download on your mercy and grace. I've always rushed up to You and dumped whatever it was… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“Pray, that’s what we can do, have done, are doing, and will do. Out of our hands.” — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
Cynthia came in quietly and set a cup of tea before him. He kissed her hand, inexpressibly grateful, and she went back… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
In Ireland there’s no such thing as bad weather ~~~ only the wrong clothes. (In the Company of Others) — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.” — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“Maybe the best way to honor the deceased was to laugh with the living.” — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
Paul said in the second epistle...the time is coming when people will not put up with sound doctrine...they will accumulate for themselves teachers to… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
This is a gift that God has given me. I'm not smart enough to write for everybody, but it's the love in these books… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken. — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“For one thing, telling a lie is like eating peanuts. One leads to another. In no time at all, you’ve gone through a bagful.”… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“And so I enjoyed the warm feelings, the stuff of the heart, when it was present between us, as it sometimes was, even in… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“He’d been amped for a long time; actually, everybody he knew was amped. He would like to spend the rest of his life de-amping.” — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
“All people are children when they sleep. There’s no war in them then . . . They . . . open their hands halfway,… — Jan Karon Copy Share Image
