“You can't recapture your past anymore than you can speed up your future. Stop lamenting summer and stop trying to hurry winter.… — 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.… — Debbie Viguié Copy Share Image
“Because I am special. For the moment that was all she had to say. There would be more, much more, but the… — 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
