“She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
Some acts of faith, I believe, have the power to grant us something infinitely wiser than we imagine — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
I don't write for an audience. I write for myself. And if I imagine an audience at all, it's the characters, but I know… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more. — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
“I think . . . you should have children, John." At least he's no longer talking about bugs. "I'm too young, Dad." "It's the… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
In language that's lyrical and haunting, Cheryl Strayed writes about bliss and loss, about the kind of grace that startles and transforms us in… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
“These are things," Trudi's father told her long before she was old enough for confession, "that the church calls sins, but they are part… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
“Deine Anpassungsfäheigkeit—Your ability to adapt,” her husband said, “is far more dangerous to you than any of them will ever be. You’ll keep adapting… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
A perfectly happy marriage? There is no such thing. There are strong marriages that can survive problems, but happiness is such a brief condition,… — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
I like to keep myself wrapped in layers of sleep and wait for the geraniums. — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
“Marrying a woman who was reckless must have been the ultimate reckless act, requiring a lifetime of balancing to keep both of them safe” — Ursula Hegi Copy Share Image
