“Ma says that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,' Jeralene said. 'But that the Lord has put something pretty in everybody.” — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Sometimes giving up something shows more love than trying to hold onto it.” — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“I love you more than life itself.” There was no way she could doubt his words, because he was opening his eyes to her… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“...just seeing him standing there made a smile run through her clear down to her toes.” — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“I learnt a long time back to accept whatever comes my way. Best savor the good and bear up under the bad. There ain't… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from heaven. Yea, the LORD shall give that which is good.” — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Ma says that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,' Jeralene said. 'But that the Lord has put something pretty in everybody.” — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Her father told her she was pretty, but all fathers said that. Grandma Howard told her pretty on the outside didn't particularly matter. Pretty… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“She smiled up at him. 'The edge of dark. I love the way you say things here.' 'It's just talk to folks up here.'… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Just one more thing, Nurse Girl. You keep in mind there's times to shrug off the rules and do what you know is true… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“Even when the divorce papers had come in the mail, even when he’d finally signed them, he’d still felt married, still felt as if… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“No. But I do have something my grandmother told me once. When things are the most confused in our lives, that's when the Lord… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“She would see the sun set behind the mountain and listen for the whip-poor-wills after dark. And she would be right where she needed… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
“boots right off his feet. There were stories of men sucked down into the muck never to be seen again. Victor didn’t know if… — Ann H. Gabhart Copy Share Image
