“Laura's mind was already racing with the creative possibilities presented to her. She whipped out her sketchbook and started to work away… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“The air was pure and still, and early sunshine sparkled on the heavy dew. In the valley sat cotton candy mist, and… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“For whatever time we might have, my love. For whatever time we might have.” — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Alas my love you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you oh so longer Delighting in your company.… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Must we always bedeck ourselves in prettiness to be thought pleasing? It would appear so. A woman must look a certain way to be… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“To learn, you must be humble. You must be prepared to admit your ignorance. You must allow yourselves to be filled with the vital… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“There is none so quick to dismiss what they don’t understand as those who are afraid of it. And maybe with reason.” — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Faith requires no proof. No evidence. No explanation. Faith is entirely a matter of trust and belief. We cannot know, we can only believe.” — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Poverty has a way of taking the edge off principles. Hunger can blunt them altogether.” — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“If to be in love is to lose one’s self then I am as in love as it is possible to be, for I… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“If you are not able to travel, he told me, the next best thing is to read. Read all you can, girl. And store… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Laura's mind was already racing with the creative possibilities presented to her. She whipped out her sketchbook and started to work away with a… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“The low, white house nestled at the top of the meadows, its back against the hill that rose behind it, protecting it from the… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
