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“Sunlight streamed through the stained glass above the altar, casting colors like watercolor brushstrokes across the stone floor. Threads of Kindness”

“Their kiss was sweet, certain, and sacred--the kind that bore witness to a love elevated to a lifetime commitment. Threads of Kindness”

“Josh’s heart flooded with happiness. Witnessing people adopt a pet was like watching them fall in love. Everyone was a kid again, experiencing the rush of infatuation that inevitably turned into a deep bond. Waves of Grace”

“A frisson of fear skittered down Clara's spine. She'd paid the electric bill for the patisserie she'd opened a few months earlier on the last day for payment listed on the disconnect notice. Surely the utility company hadn't shut off her service by mistake." Tarts & Turnovers”

“Today is a very special day for Linden Falls. The dream of this young lady..." he leaned over and looked into Laura's upturned face, "is going to come true. And this dream will save lives and enrich our community." Wishful Tails”

“Pam dropped to her knees and threw her arms around the big Lab. "You're such a good boy and Leopole is a big baby. He'll come around and love you, just like I do. It's just going to take time." Wishful Tails”

“The unblemished blanket of white looked like icing on a cake dusted with glittery sugar. The scene was magical--perfect for Christmas morning." Threads of Kindness”

“Right before a party starts, I always go to my own front door and pretend I'm a guest walking inside. I want their first view to be welcoming." Threads of Kindness”

“Christmas is a time for miracles. The changes in my life are truly that. I want to share this joyous news with all of you." Threads of Kindness”

“I guess watching Disney movies my entire childhood is catching up with me. I still want to be a Disney princess." Threads of Kindness”

“Maggie and John weren't the only ones feeling down in the dumps this Christmas Day. I don't want to overstate it, but I was drenched in melancholy." Threads of Kindness”

“A slow, tender smile spread across his face. He shrugged out of his coat, and tossed it over one arm, his dark eyes never leaving hers. Threads of Kindness”

“Their kiss was deep and unhurried, as if he were memorizing the moment--and she was only too happy to let him. Threads of Kindness”

“Elsa's mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then women were saddled with the biggest burden of all. It was pressing down upon them, the way the sea pressed down upon the creatures of the deep.”

“Think of it this way. I’m like the end of the movie.” “The end of what movie?” “You know how in the movies there’s always this person who wishes they were super successful, and then they get everything they thought they ever wanted. The fame, the money. All of it. Time passes, and they realize it’s not enough and long for the simple life when they did art for art’s sake. When there were no pressures or fake people. They give it all up and go back to being ordinary.” I flash him my coyest smile. “I just skipped all the fame, fortune, and chaos part and went straight to the ending where I dance for the fun of it.” Tyler runs his hands over my hair and then cradles the back of my head. “The end of the movie, huh? There’s one thing missing from your plotline, you know that?” “What?” “A romantic interest.”

“Joe bedachte sie mit einem letzten finsteren Blick und wandte sich ab, dabei seine sporenbewehrten Fersen in die Seiten seines Pferds pressend, um es wieder anzutreiben. Doch im nächsten Augenblick riss er in erschrockener Hast die Zügel zurück und hob die Hand zum Zeichen, dass Katherine ebenfalls anhalten sollte. Sein Gesicht verriet Alarmbereitschaft. Irritiert folgte sie seinem Blick. Auf einer nahen Anhöhe sah sie sieben indianische Krieger zu Pferd, die sie aufmerksam beobachteten. Ein entsetztes Keuchen entfloh ihrer Kehle. Eilig zügelte sie den Rotfuchs und spürte, wie Panik sie ergriff. Woher waren sie so überraschend gekommen? Noch vor einer Minute waren sie nicht da gewesen! Mit unerschütterlicher Gelassenheit verharrten die Krieger nebeneinander auf dem Kamm des Hügels, hoheitsvoll, einschüchternd und furchterregend, während der unablässige Wind in ihrem langen Haar und den vielen Federn wühlte. Nicht einmal ihre Ponys schienen sich zu rühren. »Arapaho«, raunte Joe ihr zu, ohne den Blick von den Indianern zu wenden.”

“Der vernichtende Blick, den er ihr als Antwort zuwarf, besagte nur zu deutlich, dass er alles andere als einverstanden war. »Einen Scheiß werd’ ich«, grollte er unwirsch. In Anbetracht seines hitzigen Temperaments hatte Katherine nichts anderes erwartet. Dennoch verspürte sie Enttäuschung. Nun gut, wenn er es so haben wollte. Sie räusperte sich erneut, lauter diesmal, und sah ihn streng an. »Dann, Mr Buchanan, lassen Sie mir keine andere Wahl, als Sie zu entlassen.« Er beugte sich weiter vor. Seine Augen wurden zu Schlitzen. »Nein, Sie verschwinden von hier, gottverdammt! Nehmen Sie Ihre verfluchte Ostküsten-Arroganz und Ihr affektiertes Getue und kehren Sie dorthin zurück, woher Sie gekommen sind! Hier ist, verdammt nochmal, kein Platz für eine wie Sie!« Seine unverblümten Worte ließen Katherine den Atem stocken. »Sie vergessen sich, Mr Buchanan«, wies sie ihn zurecht. »Und Sie vergessen, wem diese Ranch gehört. Ich werde Ihr respektloses Gebaren mir gegenüber nicht länger hinnehmen. Darum werden Sie heute noch Ihre Sachen packen und die Ranch verlassen!« Er biss die Zähne so fest aufeinander, dass seine Kiefermuskeln deutlich unter der Haut hervortraten. Einen Augenblick lang starrte er sie voller Wut an, dann stieß er sich unvermittelt von der Tischoberfläche ab und kam um den Tisch herum. Seine Sporenrädchen klirrten alarmierend. Er wirkte wie ein Panther, der zum todbringenden Sprung ansetzt.”

“Because women are such potent ingredients of men's imaginations, we see how much power men feel women have over them, and how women must be suppressed, defanged, or idealized in one way or another. How, with Eve, they are often thought to be the root of the evil in the world -which says more about the man or men who wrote that story than about Eve herself. Eve is curious and wants knowledge, not power over others. [...] Both onstage and offstage, women have two levels of understanding concerning how to behave -one, to behave the way men want them to behave and forget that what they want might be different; two, to find out how they really feel and decide whether or not they are going to act on it!”

“Men and women in their very essence -in their souls if you wish- have natural parity. (...) This was a relatively new idea at the time [of Shakespeare]. It ran counter to the teaching in the Bible -Eve's being made out of Adam's rib to be his helpmate -which was the basis for the idea, held for so long, that women do not have souls of their own but are dependent on their fathers' and husbands' .”

“Gentlemen,” he said, and the word cut neat and cool through the lingering noise. “We are gathered to bind the fates of our states together, not with mere treaties, but with the iron certainty of a road.” A breath. A rustle of shirt cuffs. “Not a rut through the mud, not a track for cattle,” he continued, “but a grand artery. A marvel worthy of the Republic. From Baltimore to the west, to the frontier and the territories beyond—where commerce may flow, and with it, the lifeblood of our nation.”