That was the way it was that beautiful evening of cold November rain and muddy country roads and crazy windshield wipers. That was the moment of my greatest security and confidence; it was the time when I realized that love… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
That was the way it was that beautiful evening of cold November rain and muddy country roads and crazy windshield wipers. That was the… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“I had sparkle that morning, sparkle that originated somewhere deep inside me and spread outward to my cheeks and eyes, even it seemed, to… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was… — Irene Hunt Copy Share
It happens the world over - we love ourselves more than we do the one we say we love. We all want to be Number One, we've got to be Number One or nothing! We can't see that we could make ourselves loved and needed in the Number Two, or Three, or Four spot. No sir, we've got to be… — Irene Hunt Copy Share
“...I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain.” — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“Dear Julie: If I didn't feel that there is some good in your story, I wouldn't take the time to write a criticism of it. But there is some good in it, some points that make me feel that if you expend the effort(Look who's talking about expending the effort, I couldn't help thinking) you may well achieve your very… — Irene Hunt Copy Share
I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning-raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing. — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“that old Mrs. Bishop was lacking in the qualities that make a good mother. And saying it that way makes her sound a good… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.” — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
“We had good long talks about my writing in the days that followed. "Write of things you know, Julie; familiar, simple things that you… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
