Best 20 quotes of Heather Day Gilbert on MyQuotes

A married man is a preoccupied man.

An uncertain warrior is no warrior at all.

I am happy to be alone. Perhaps this is true. Or perhaps I am the biggest coward of all.

I couldn’t describe the smells of West Virginia, even if I tried. It has something to do with the leaves composting in the woods, the cold trickle of little creeks and waterfalls, the ferns greening up everything. But somewhere deep below, I can smell the rock and the coal this state is built on.

I forgive you." The power of those words rushes through me, purging all the torturous memories of my youth. It gushes into all the cracks my mom's neglect and addictions have created, filling them with a mercy that's not my own.

I love the tactile experience of walking in the woods. It's muted browns, grays, and greens comfort me. The moss and leaves five softly under my boots. Large, scattered rocks feel permanent and unshakable. The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.

I'm not surprised he wants to challenge me here, where no one can protect me. He thinks I'm a weak woman. He thinks wrong.

I'm pretty certain most women hate her guts. Luckily, I see past her perfect good looks and into her tangled personality.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

I've definitely set some wheels in motion. The only question is if I can keep them moving on the right course, or if they'll wind up crushing me.

My homesickness is a tangible thing, like a cannon ball of sadness, just pushing into my heart.

Responsibilities fall heaviest on those willing to take the load.

Some are born to love, and some to fight. How can I ever succeed at both?

Something's still wrong--the same thing that was wrong forty years ago. A malignancy, a tumor, slowly growing in someone's heart. A conscience that's seared.

Sometimes I feel so entangled with the West Virginia seasons, it's like I'm breathing through them.

The pull of the mountain is like gravity for my soul.

There are times when the evil seems so impenetrable, the wickedness so victorious, you don't even know how to hope. But then the good news bursts in, as impossible to deny as it is to believe.

Torture is being married to a proud, insensitive man, while an attentive, supportive man lives under the same roof.

What I did cannot be forgiven, any more than it could have been avoided.

When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water.