Sophie Littlefield Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Sophie Littlefield
But the cost of steeling yourself against grief was that you had to steel yourself against joy, as well. — Sophie Littlefield
A lot of people were wounded in our kitchen and in the week of a car less than a mile away. And the life I had before- the one I had hated so much- was in the past. — Sophie Littlefield
If only there was something to trade, someone to trade with; Cass would rip her soul from her body and hand it to the devil himself, would walk into the gates of hell with her head held high if someone could just take care of Ruthie. — Sophie Littlefield
That's the true enemy of the future. Ignorance. Indifference. Failure to adapt. — Sophie Littlefield
Now he [Rattler] was staring at Prairie with an intensity you could light fires with. And she stared back. There was something between them, all right, something cracking with tension and danger, something almost ... alive. — Sophie Littlefield
Oh, your mom is going to kill me. What was I thinking getting you practically murdered and on a school night too. — Sophie Littlefield
Courage was no that hard to come by for children. No matter the hardships they faced, given a little love and encouragement, their spirits rebounded and thrived.
Adults were different. Their habits and experiences made them inflexible, welding their routines into place, cementing their joys and hurts to create expectations of life that were not in line with the new realities. All around her, Cass saw the dazed expressions and the blank weariness. — Sophie Littlefield
He settled his big hands on her hips. He let them slide slowly down to cup her ass which she had jammed into a Spanx hide and seek high rise panty. Before slipping on the slinky purple faux wrap dress that her daughter had given her after surviving being held at gunpoint together gift the prior fall. Stella was fairly sure she would enjoy the sensation of Goat's strong fingers kneading her flesh if it hadn't gotten numb in its fierce polyester lycra prison hours ago. — Sophie Littlefield