“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 stump of charcoal, trying to capture the sweep of the hills and the patterns made by… — 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 the distant hills stood softly, their edges blurred and colors muted by the moist air. Swallows and house… — 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
