Rebecca Wells Quotes

She saw night lights in the rooms of the babies who dreamed soft seersucker dreams, drugged happy with the heat, their pink baby bodies curled against worn out cotton, not fearing Hitler yet, their strong, tiny hearts beating in unison with the trees and the creeks and the bayou

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other.

It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.