“There were two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn’t do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you could do something about wasn’t what you’d originally wanted, it was still worth doing. A rainy… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
There were two kinds of students who liked the library: those who devoured one book after another and those who savored the same book repeatedly. Now she understood those rereaders differently ... she realized it was not the rereading that… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you think you know what you want, she said, hugging her children, until you see how much more you can have.” — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“Follow your inclination. It will take you to the thoughts you'd never known you'd had.” — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“Yes, we can all cart our fractured selves along as we move through our lives. But we can choose whether we keep plodding along… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“And she’d felt an opening in her chest where she hadn’t known anything was closed.” — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“How many other lives are hidden, and hearts are seeking? How many would give anything in the world to be held by the person… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“Maybe we are all Beths, boarding other people's life journeys, or letting them hop aboard ours. For a while we ride together. A few… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“There were two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn’t do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
A person comes into the world with a fist-and a grasp. Yes, we are built to fight one another, but also to embrace. How… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“So you never know when you can get through. p 179 Jack the Bus Driver talking about helping a woman on the bus who… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
A rainy day can actually be a very important day. And a small hope isn't really small if it makes a lost hope less… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
“Then," he says, "as my mind got functioning, everything was just beautiful. There was no right or wrong feeling, no social pressure. I believe… — Rachel Simon Copy Share Image
