The Night Mark

Once someone loves you that much, loves you more than you deserve, you can’t go back to being loved the normal way.

When people lost hope, they looked in the last place they remembered having it, and it was always in the past.

She’d loved and she’d lost and as she lay in the bed of a man who didn’t love her any more than she loved him, she would have sold her soul to not have done either. “Faye?

You’re white. You’re straight. You’re well educated, healthy and beautiful. Every time is for people like you.

The dead can’t love the living but the living can love the dead, and that was the greatest tragedy of her life. “You

At least you know that. ‘Everything happens for a reason’ sure doesn’t cut it.” “Everything does happen for a reason. Sometimes it’s a bad reason.” “Sounds

One...two...three... Red...blue...black... Time turned colors as it passed. That was growing older—watching the colors of one’s life changing.

Maybe it was simply human nature to only love a thing after losing it. Maybe they should all lose more things so they can appreciate what they had.

Faye keeps forgetting what she'll be giving up if she decides to stay here. Access to modern medicine, for starters. In 2015 people can survive cancer, tuberculosis, scarlet fever. Vaccines eradicated polio and measles. Do you really want to live in a world with iron lungs and polio, Faye? Do you?” “I guess I could go back to 2015 and live in a world with meth, heroin, terrorism, HIV and Ebola. Huge improvement, right?

Hope is something God gives us. Hope is...Hope is a bright light on a dark night. If your hope is guiding you into this shore, then this is where you should drop your anchor.

Hope was other people, no matter what the philosophers said. And this was a time that needed hope.

She knew there was something out there she wanted and something told her if she chased it, she just might catch it.

The cure for anything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

Hope is a bright light on a dark night. If your hope is guiding you into this shore, then this is where you should drop anchor.

Some secrets are too beautiful to tell. And too dangerous.

No matter how much good I’d managed to do, that kid’s blood is on me like a red shadow.

Feel free to ruin my reputation. I wasn’t using it anyway.” “Count

And for a woman who’d been in mourning for four straight years, Faye knew “almost okay” was as good as it was probably ever going to get. But she would take it.

I wish I’d never married you. For your sake. Not mine.” She

It wasn’t the dying that bothered her in that statement. It was the here. She didn’t want to die here in this cold, cold house with this cold, cold husband she slept with in a bed made of cold, cold iron. “And

Hagen turned his back to her. Who could blame him? Why he hadn’t dropped her yet she didn’t know. Masochism maybe? Heroism? Maybe he wanted to save her. Maybe he was too embarrassed to admit he couldn’t. And

...I always feel like a better person when I'm on the water.” The air smelled cleaner here. The water seemed purer. She wanted to strip off her clothes and dive off the side of the boat and let the water baptize her a free woman. “The ocean is big”, Ty said. “And we aren't. It's good to be humbled every now and then.” “You ever go through a divorce?” she asked. “Not yet.” “Trust me, I know from humble.

It smelled like heaven, like love, like home and family and Sunday mornings at her grandparents' house. It smelled like...Bacon.

Moderately hot oven? That's it? No temperature listed? What did that even mean – moderately hot? How moderately hot were they talking here? George Clooney in Ocean's Eleven hot? Or Daniel Craig in Skyfall hot? Probably not Daniel Craig hot. That heat level would scorch any straight girl's peaches.

It's been a long time since I felt something like hope. Don't ask me to give it up for Netflix and a Prius.

The true story behind the legend is so much better.” “It always is.

I'm never going to get used to hearing a woman talk like that.” “Shocking, is it?” “Hard to shock an old sailor,” he said. “But I'd love to see you try.” “Come upstairs,” she said. “We'll see what I can do.