Quotes by Sandra Dallas

After all, a woman didnt leave much behind in the world to show shed been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their fathers name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on.

You may hate being pregnant, but the minute the baby is born, she is Gods precious child, given to you as a gift.

Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer.

... I told him I was so happy that I had nothing else to pray for. Why,says I, Ive got prayers to sell.

Stories were a living thing. They changed to suit the teller or the times.

She wasnt any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell.

Both of them loved the earth and the things that grew in it.

You know what a storyteller is, dont you? Its a person that has a good memory who hopes other people dont.

Dont mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, shes liable to drown in a good rainstorm.

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were Gods way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together.

Now I am shut up with his mother on Bramble farm and she is no better for conversation than prune whip