Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book. — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“I just tried to put myself in her place and figure out what would be the scariest thing. If I thought I might be… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I’ve ever loved anyone, as much… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“I was thinking in a Scottish brogue, because I'd just heard this guy interviewed on NPR, Lonnie McSomething.” — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“Isabel never despaired, even though I think she knew everything that was going to happen, right from the beginning. There was a Walt Whitman poem she liked, especially the part that went - 'All goes onward and outward,/Nothing collapses/And to die is different from/What anyone supposes/And Luckier.' She tried to believe that, and it gave her some comfort, I know.… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share
I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink. — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear,… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“Fear kills. Protecting yourself backfires eventually. And living in fear of pain isn't really living at all.” — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
“What the hell is this stuff?" he muttered, frowning at the oily spot on the linen cloth. "Pearlman slathered it on me this morning." "It's macassar oil. Gentlemen use it to keep their hair neat. Nicholas used it," she added pointedly. "Well, tomorrow he's giving it up. I smell like a rotten apple." "You do not. And I think it… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share
“Never throw love away, never neglect it. Never assume you'll find better love somewhere else. Take it wherever you're lucky enough to find it,… — Patricia Gaffney Copy Share Image
