“The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.”
―
Kristina McMorris,
Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“The most wonderful type of love, she had learned, was the kind built with care and over time, through forgiveness and understanding, compromise and compassion, trust and acceptance. It was hidden in the minutiae of every day life; it was in the traded smiles during a radio show or the peaceful lulls on an evening stroll.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“It’s fascinating, really, when you think about it. How a person can slip into a new life as one would a new pair of shoes. At first there’s a keen awareness of the fit: a stiffness at the heel, the binding of the width, the curve pressed to the arch. But with time and enough steps, the feel becomes so natural you almost forget you’re wearing them at all.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Edge of Lost
“Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Photography is the art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“But there was something else. A feeling of understanding, a comfort that defied reason. It was as though kissing her, a near stranger, would have made all the sense in the world.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Even when life’s downright lousy, most kids are still so resilient because…well, I guess ’cause they don’t know any different. It’s like they only realize how unfair their lives are if you tell them. And even then, all they need is the smallest amount of hope and they could do just about anything they set their minds to…” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“When it came to risks, the thinnest of lines separated a legend and a fool.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“The most wonderful type of love, she had learned, was the kind built with care and over time, through forgiveness and understanding, compromise and compassion, trust and acceptance. It was hidden in the minutiae of every day life; it was in the traded smiles during a radio show or the peaceful lulls on an evening stroll.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“It’s fascinating, really, when you think about it. How a person can slip into a new life as one would a new pair of shoes. At first there’s a keen awareness of the fit: a stiffness at the heel, the binding of the width, the curve pressed to the arch. But with time and enough steps, the feel becomes so natural you almost forget you’re wearing them at all.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Edge of Lost
“Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Photography is the art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“But there was something else. A feeling of understanding, a comfort that defied reason. It was as though kissing her, a near stranger, would have made all the sense in the world.” ― Kristina McMorris, Letters from Home
“A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
“War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.” ― Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Even when life’s downright lousy, most kids are still so resilient because…well, I guess ’cause they don’t know any different. It’s like they only realize how unfair their lives are if you tell them. And even then, all they need is the smallest amount of hope and they could do just about anything they set their minds to…” ― Kristina McMorris, Sold on a Monday
“When it came to risks, the thinnest of lines separated a legend and a fool.” ― Kristina McMorris, Bridge of Scarlet Leaves
