“You obsess (but of course you obsess) until the joy is gone from that thing you'd loved, until your fury overwhelms your passion, until you no longer know how to sit with your back against a tree and write poetry… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors. — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
“Love is what you give and love is what you want and love is how you wait, but it doesn't save you” — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other. — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
“Fox-Trot By the stream the fox and she-fox stood Nose to nose beneath the stars Dancing the music of the woods. The deer rapped… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
“His client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?” — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way. — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image