“I'm pretty certain most women hate her guts. Luckily, I see past her perfect good looks and into her tangled personality.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share Image
“I'm not surprised he wants to challenge me here, where no one can protect me. He thinks I'm a weak woman. He thinks wrong.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“Something's still wrong--the same thing that was wrong forty years ago. A malignancy, a tumor, slowly growing in someone's heart. A conscience that's seared.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“Freydis and Ref are in a world of their own, a world of love and pain, wrapped in marriage vows.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“I couldn’t describe the smells of West Virginia, even if I tried. It has something to do with the leaves composting in the woods,… — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not… — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“My sleuthing techniques are anything but subtle." Guilt By Association” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“Torture is being married to a proud, insensitive man, while an attentive, supportive man lives under the same roof.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“My homesickness is a tangible thing, like a cannon ball of sadness, just pushing into my heart.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“I've definitely set some wheels in motion. The only question is if I can keep them moving on the right course, or if they'll… — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“I'm pretty certain most women hate her guts. Luckily, I see past her perfect good looks and into her tangled personality.” — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and… — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
“I forgive you." The power of those words rushes through me, purging all the torturous memories of my youth. It gushes into all the… — Heather Day Gilbert Copy Share
