“Fall, like the season, like right now. Fall is the transition period between summer and winter. Summer is fun and carefree and cheery. Winter is also beautiful, but it's harder, not as carefree. You're no longer a child, and you're… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“You can't recapture your past anymore than you can speed up your future. Stop lamenting summer and stop trying to hurry winter. Just enjoy the fall.” — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Fall, like the season, like right now. Fall is the transition period between summer and winter. Summer is fun and carefree and cheery. Winter… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“I've been giving the evil in this world too much power and God too little.” — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Half full, half empty - it doesn't matter. It's the same glass of water.” — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“That's the problem with life. It rarely gives you neat decisions wrapped up in shiny paper with a bow on top. Most of the… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Sometimtes you don't even know what you really want until you get what you thought you wanted.” — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“How does a whale know when to swim to warmer waters for winter? How do the fish know whe a predator is near? How… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“It's nine thirty as night, and it's still eighty-seven degrees outside. Besides, this is Southern California. When God makes it snow here, it's not… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“He was standing in the middle of the room, an arrogant look on his face. “What a night,” Wendy sighed. Without even turning his… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“You can't recapture your past anymore than you can speed up your future. Stop lamenting summer and stop trying to hurry winter. Just enjoy… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Grandmother," Ruth admonished. "I would not have a man who could not at least understand me." "And it looks like you might have finally… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“All of us have a story like that one - some of us more than one. It's part of life and learning. Why, if… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“I’m not this girl,” she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn’t her. She didn’t kiss strange men. She didn’t feel… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
