Quotes by Lorna Jane Cook

Even so, in the midst of this complicated love, there is a holy union.

...perhaps it wasnt a matter of strength so much as pliability, a willingness to let life become unpredictable and sometimes even unravel.

The human spirit, padded in ignorance, is a wondrous thing. They move within their own orbits- each of the seemingly lost, or intentionally lost in his or her own endeavors- while shifting into and out of one anothers lives.

Life on Earth indeed can seem but one hard-earned lesson after another, with moments of grace and beauty in between to keep people sane, and hopeful. While some die peacefully at the natural end of a long, well-lived life, even they still havent completed everything they meant to, or lived without regret. And some of us thought wed have more time to things right. I tell myself that at least we planted some seeds- ideas of love, and faith, and loyalty- that are starting to show signs of growth. Time will tell.

Even if the decisions one made on a given day seemed crazy, it helped to think that all things happened for a mysterious reason.

She reminded herself that all things happened for a reason. In thy book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was one of them. Surely God had a plan larger than Dinahs.

Someone once joked, Hell is other people. But the truth is that connection to other people can be sacred. Why else did God give so many people life? (Adam wast enough.) Or more simply, why else would He design hands that so perfectly clasp?

Well, they say there is no real faith without doubt.

Denial is a very effective human trick. People often tell how a situation was unbearable, though, clearly, they have borne it. Lived to tell, so to speak.

It is no different from the way it is on Earth, if one is paying attention. If only people would pay closer attention, to everything. Then they would know what mattered without stumbling blindly (albeit at times willingly) in the wrong direction. Man may be born to trouble, be he doesnt have to stay there.

It is all new and all the same. A hundred years. A day. Ten thousand moons. For them, each day indeed is brand new, full of possibility, the unknown: a wonderland.