Beth Kephart

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

— Beth Kephart

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

— Beth Kephart

“Love is what you give and love is what you want and love is how you wait, but it doesn't save you”

— Beth Kephart

“Were there language, I'd be my own lone letter.”

— Beth Kephart

Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you,…

— Beth Kephart

“Beauty is the worst kind of lie.”

— Beth Kephart

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

— Beth Kephart

“Fox-Trot By the stream the fox and she-fox stood Nose to nose beneath the stars Dancing the music of the woods. The…

— Beth Kephart

“His client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?”

— Beth Kephart

Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s…

— Beth Kephart

Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock…

— Beth Kephart

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

— Beth Kephart

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

— Beth Kephart

“Anna would say that she was a cat like Gemma, with nine lives to spend, all nine precious and delicious.”

— Beth Kephart

“I hold to fiction as a cure, or partial cure, or cause for hope, or essential distraction from the rain you wake…

— Beth Kephart

“The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd…

— Beth Kephart

“When I was a boy, that was all I wanted—to grow a pair of wings and get up into the sky. I…

— Beth Kephart

We grow too old to lose old friends.

— Beth Kephart

Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks…

— Beth Kephart

“I’d have given any- thing to know how Mom and Dad were, but you can’t ask your parents such questions. You have…

— Beth Kephart

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

— Beth Kephart

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as…

— Beth Kephart

“I’d thought he was stars and then I’d thought he was a fox. I had thought I’d been alone, but I hadn’t.”

— Beth Kephart

Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your…

— Beth Kephart

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

— Beth Kephart