“People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close to someone, you might be surprised to find folks understand. You're not the only person in this world… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I know you the way I know my own heart, the way I feel my own pulse. I know what your laugh will be,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“You don’t know what it’s like to worry you’ll start to despise the people who help you, the ones you should love, because they’re… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Why do I seem to have this effect on women? They're around me and they cry.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I always felt like half of my life was hers, but I wonder if she didn’t feel that half my disease was hers, too.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to the perching… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“You can trust him to do what he says, a trait which becomes increasingly rare.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“People grieve in their own ways. If you’d for once stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and let yourself get close to someone,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I’ve found I still serve a purpose. I remind people to pray, to calculate the odds, to thank the fates, the gods, good karma,… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“She knew she was delaying the inevitable- trying to locate Agnete's address- but decided to make a list of things to buy first, looking… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back when he… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“The thing she wanted to give him wasn't easily wrapped. If she could cast a spell, she'd offer him this new, slightly careless version… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Would he stay if he knew she was capable of hatred? That sometimes she felt so full of resentment, there wasn’t room for anything… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Sarcasm is wasted on those who haven’t had a decent night’s sleep, my darling.” — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
