Sage Steadman Quotes & Sayings

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope? — Sage Steadman

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts? — Sage Steadman

They could have fought against it, begged for another way or gone off the path in hopes of finding an easier passage. Instead, they looked upon the trail ahead, the rough ridge, now bound by thick snow, and they accepted the path they had chosen. — Sage Steadman

She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith. — Sage Steadman

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived. — Sage Steadman

The boy's skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart. — Sage Steadman

She slowly rolled the book over in her hands, memorizing the cover as she said goodbye. She flipped through the pages, feeling the air on her face and breathing in the smell of the paper. — Sage Steadman

Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life was pain. Death was deliverance, and many would welcome it. Others doggedly clung to life and willed themselves to walk on. — Sage Steadman

She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family. — Sage Steadman

They left their encampment with dirt-covered linen strewn about the abandoned grounds amongst clothes, shoes, children's toys and other discarded belongings. The handcart wheels crunched over them, and the dry wheels screamed as the Willie Company started for Zion. — Sage Steadman

He was not being courageous as he bore the freezing stream for his wife and children. He simply chose between the lesser of two evils - the pain and suffering he would endure in the river, a physical pain that he could stand to bear, or the pain and suffering he would feel if he had to watch his family wade across and freeze. It was not a decision. The choice had already been made the moment Ole proposed marriage to his wife and welcomed these beautiful daughters into the world. — Sage Steadman

Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination. — Sage Steadman