“Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk back up to Heaven and bring you home again.” — Karen White Copy Share Image
Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing. — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Some are called to be gardeners of souls, and she'd tended hers with the blind dedication that accepted the floods and famine along with… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“It's good to be a little nervous. God compensates those with a lack of talent with an overabundance of self-confidence. -Gigi” — Karen White Copy Share Image
“It bonded us. Branded us as best friends. Because I will always remember that when I told her I needed help burying a body,… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“I looked around the garden, the sun feeling warm on my back. "So why are you here? I would think you'd want to be… — Karen White Copy Share Image
Sometimes we make decisions because it seems to be the only path visible at the moment. It's only later that we see there was… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Love is all about sacrifices—big and small ones. It’s only when you know how much you could give up for somebody that you know… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Jude says it's because that's the way I look at life_ it's so much more exciting when you don't know what's on the other… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“...hearing again the words from the Gullah woman, All shut-eye ain't sleep; all good-bye ain't gone.” — Karen White Copy Share Image
Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important. — Karen White Copy Share Image
“The golden moments īn the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; The angels come to visit us, and… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“let the story go, and still clutched F. Scott Fitzgerald’s This Side of Paradise in my arms as if to let it go would” — Karen White Copy Share Image
