A Land More Kind Than Home

I've heard it said before that those who don't learn from the past are bound to repeat it, and I just don't know what I think about that. I figure I don't have too much use for it. The past will just weigh on you if you spend too much time remembering it.

It's a good thing to see that people can heal after they've been broken, that they can change and become something different from what they were before.

But since then I've learned to just go ahead and take fairness out of the equation. If you do, things stand the chance of making a whole lot more sense.

[Death is] to lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth.” —THOMAS WOLFE, YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN

It was expected that men's hands would be good and calloused by reins and shovels and the hands of other men whose lives they knew by the tough skin of their handshakes.

It was like a tree had sprung up between them, a tree that was just too thick to throw their arms around.

but some of these young folks are different, and they want times to be hard so they can prove something. Who they want to prove it to I just can't say.

It was like Mama was lost in the desert and had gotten so thirsty that she was willing to see anything that might make her feel better about being lost.

and I can tell you God makes us how he needs us to be.

I’ve learned to just go ahead and take fairness out of the equation. If you do, things stand the chance of making a whole lot more sense.

the hallway to the front door where the keys to the cruiser

But that tree that grew up between them was just a gnarly old thing with thick roots that ran deep and wild and tore at the ground until it opened up, and, once it did, Julie found herself clear across a great divide from Ben, so far apart that they couldn’t even see each other from where they stood.