Sandra Dallas Quotes & Sayings

I don't know how a woman can have such a poor view of herself as to show off poor stitching. — Sandra Dallas

for pleasing to me are meadows and a far view — Sandra Dallas

Love is not limited. — Sandra Dallas

After all, a woman didn't leave much behind in the world to show she'd been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their father's name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on. — Sandra Dallas

It was marrying that made women appreciate other women. — Sandra Dallas

You know what a storyteller is, don't you? It's a person that has a good memory who hopes other people don't. — Sandra Dallas

We women always feel guilt, even about things that can't be helped. — Sandra Dallas

Don't mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, she's liable to drown in a good rainstorm. — Sandra Dallas

She wasn't any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell. — Sandra Dallas

You may hate being pregnant, but the minute the baby is born, she is God's precious child, given to you as a gift. — Sandra Dallas

The Red Kimono tells it all - the bitterness and pain as well as the joy, pride and patriotism of a people too resilient to be beaten by racism. — Sandra Dallas

Missouri Ann ate her bit of orange slowly. "Tastes like summer," she said. — Sandra Dallas

Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer. — Sandra Dallas

Marriage has taught me that women are the only ones who apologize. — Sandra Dallas

Sophie Kruger had worked in a house herself, up in Middle Swan. But now she pretended she was quality. There were none so self-righteous as those who rewrote their past. — Sandra Dallas

She remembered how Billy always picked the first apple blossoms and put them into a tin cup for her. They made the house smell like springtime. Billy said apple trees were a double blessing, first for the blossoms and then the apples. — Sandra Dallas

Proverbs 31:27: She looketh well to the way of her household and eateth not the bread of idleness. — Sandra Dallas

Nobody starts out a perfect quilter. — Sandra Dallas

The thing I'm writing now, I have various characters, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this couple dies. And they have a daughter ... I thought, 'OK, we have to do something with the daughter' ... then I realized she's not really their daughter. She has her own story. And she's become the most interesting character. She was this throwaway character that I didn't even conceive of before I started writing her into it, and now she's become very important in this book. — Sandra Dallas

Will had loved the snow, the cleanness of it, the quiet, the sense of peace it brought, had loved it even though winter meant hard chores. — Sandra Dallas

I told him I was so happy that I had nothing else to pray for. 'Why,'says I, I've got prayers to sell. — Sandra Dallas

There's a special kind of man who plants a tree when he knows he'll move on before it's big enough for him to sit in it's shade. — Sandra Dallas

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were God's way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together. — Sandra Dallas

A quilt circle's like a crazy quilt. You got all kinds in it. Some members are the big pieces of velvet or brocade, show-offish, while others are bitty scraps of used goods, hoping you don't notice them. But without each and every one, the quilt would fall apart. There's big and small, old and new, fancy and plain in a quilt circle. Some you like better than the others. We have our differences, and Monalisa is a trial, but it's a surprise how we all come together over the quilt frame, even Monalisa. We're as thick as a lettuce bed. — Sandra Dallas

Both of them loved the earth and the things that grew in it. — Sandra Dallas

Still, who knew how the old mountain took retribution for having its insides clawed out. — Sandra Dallas

She wasn't soft, but she never saw the sense of a living thing dying such a cruel death just for some woman's vanity. Still, she thought, a fur coat when the wind blew down off the Tenmile Range would feel mighty good. Maybe they made fur coats out of foxes that died of old age. — Sandra Dallas

Emma fussed with the cinnamon-rose starts she had planted all over the backyard. She was as tender with the roses as if they were her children, and every hour or two she watered them. — Sandra Dallas

Stories were a living thing. They changed to suit the teller or the times. — Sandra Dallas

Hennie replies to, How are you doing? 'I'm deteriorating at a normal rate. — Sandra Dallas

Now I am shut up with his mother on Bramble farm and she is no better for conversation than prune whip — Sandra Dallas

Dawn was her favorite time of day. God birthed the world then, she thought. — Sandra Dallas

When it's raining pudding, hold up your bowl. — Sandra Dallas