“That’s because a Christmas tree doesn’t have to be perfect.” “No, it doesn’t.” Angela smiled. Neither did people” — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“helping me. It’s a full-time job, and I am grateful for your concern for my reader friends. Of course, thanks to my daughter and… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“Wow." Lisa motioned for Keith to stop for a moment. "Look at this place. It's like the perfect family house. The porch and the… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“Relationships take work. Hours and days and years of getting close to that person. That's real love, real intimacy. If your mind to believe… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“Intimacy and sex are totally different things. Intimacy is a bond that God brings about between two married people. It comes from years of… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“AS C.S. Lewis once said, for Joe life here on earth was only the title and cover page. And now he has begun the… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
God stays awake all the time. In case we need to talk to Him about something. — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“Like a constant assurance Bailey carried with her, God remained. All things might change. Love could come and go and friendships could fade. But… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“The raindrops on her eyelashes made her blue eyes sparkle and he was instantly sure of one thing. He'd never seen any girl more… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice. — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
You can't base your decisions on anyone's opinion but yours and God's. — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
“He called it The Bridge because that was how felt about books. They connected the past and the present, the present and the future.… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ...… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
The death of a friendship was usually slow and insidious, like the wearing away of a hillside after years of too much rain. A… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
