Quotes by Jamie Ford

Hed do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

Hope can get you through anything.

The library is like a candy store where everything is free.

A young nurse, someone new whom he didnt recognise, came up to Henry and patted him on the arm. Are you a friend or a family member? She whispered the question in his ear, trying not to disturb Sheldon. The question hung there like a beautiful chord, ringing in the air. Henry was Chinese, Sheldon obviously wasnt. They looked nothing alike. Nothing at all. Im distant family, Henry said.

As you play this record, I hope youll think of the good, not the bad. Of what was, not what wasnt meant to be. Of the time we spent together, not the time weve spent apart. Most of all I hop youll think of me...

The last time someone had laid out a suit and a pair of dress shoes with a ticket purchased for a faraway place, Henry had refused to go.This time, Henry refused to stay.

You dont have to, Henry. In here, I think my dream is big enough for the both of us.

He was awed at her touch and what the human heart is capable of feeling - such sadness, such shame, but such acceptance such joy, all at the same time.

Hed learned long ago: perfection isnt what families are all about.

The waitress brought a fresh pot of tea, and Marty refilled his father’s cup and poured a cup for Samantha. Henry in turn filled Marty’s. It was a tradition Henry cherished—never filling your own cup, always filling that of someone else, who would return the favor.

Talking to strangers sounded like talking to no one, which Henry had some firsthand experience in- in real life. It was lonely. Almost as lonely as Lake View Cemetery, where hed buried Ethel.

I had my chance. He said it, retiring from a lifetime of wanting. I had my chance, and sometimes in life, there are no second chances. You look at what you have, not what you miss, and you move forward.

Some things just cant be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces cant make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

The hardest choices in life arent between whats right and whats wrong but between whats right and whats best.

Home is a fairy tale, the kind where children are lost in the woods, found, cooked and eaten.

Somehow life had become a story problem, and William was horrible at math.

She’d never felt more alone, even as hundreds of people walked by. No one recognized her, and she began to treasure her anonymity as a gift.

I am what you made me, Father.

Loyalty. Were still loyal to the United States of America. Why? Because we too are Americans. We dont agree, but we will show our loyalty by our obedience.