Rebecca Wells Quotes

They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

You can't let fear of hurricanes stop your from putting seeds in the ground, even if they're going to grow tall only to be destroyed.

The alligators can get you at any age, Buddy. But the worst thing you can do is freeze.

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

Tears will do you no good.

But all she wanted to do was lie in bed, eat Kraft macaroni and cheese, and hide from the alligators.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

I swear I could write a book about all the things no one has ever thanked me for.

pretty is as pretty does

Smoke, drink and never think.

Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.

Say there is no truth. Say there are only scraps that we feebly try to sew togethr.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats - let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible ...

Forget love. Try good manners.

I wish I knew then what I know now - and still had those thighs!

Life is short, but it is wide. Genevieve Whitman taught me that.

[T]he right way to pray is not to beg, but to picture good things, to banish all bad things from our mind.

God will not allow us to be overwhelmed by temptation, but with it He will provide a way of escape so that we will be able to endure it.

Life is short, but wide.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

Glorious theater. It creates family for all kinds of orphans.

What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?

[D]ance can become prayer and prayer can become dance.

Life is short but it is wide. this too shall pass.

Those eagles, like angels, don't distinguish between work and play. To them, it is all one and the same.

I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..

Of all the secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood the most divine was humor.

She's smiling that smile they smile before they grow bosoms.

But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.

The very air they breathed was almost a juice.

It's life, Sidda. You just climb on the beast and ride.

The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be?

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

Uncountable the number off breaths I've taken for granted in my life.

I believe that illness has led me to a life of gratitude, so I consider Lyme disease at this point in my life to be a blessing in disguise.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

She breathed in the vast world of suffering and pure, dark love, and as she did, a well of compassion began to flow in her.

I am the kind of woman who loves hurricanes. They put me in a party mood. Make me want to eat oysters on the half shell, and act slutty.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.

Good Lord didn't mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

Books are living things with blood and bones, and it breaks our heart when people dissect them.

Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death, they died it together.

Many people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.

It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course.

We have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.

You do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.

Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.

True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.