Charlotte Evans Quotes & Sayings

Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely because she wasn't fussy about how she lived. In the last twelve months, she had survived dust while writing about elephant keepers in Kenya, ice while writing about the spirit bear of British Columbia, and flies while writing about a family of nomads in India. — Barbara Delinsky

Progress through trial and error depends not only on making trials, but on recognizing errors. — Virginia Postrel

We know that those things to which we have an emotional connection stick with us better than those for which we have none. Dramatization is a way to get your intellectual ideas across to your audience emotionally. — Brian McDonald

Anyone who is funny and doesn't take herself to seriously is attractive to me — Niall Horan

You can have more than two guardian angels - in fact, most people I meet have many more than two. — Doreen Virtue

I'm always two inches too short and ten pounds too heavy. Figures. — Lyra Parish

A sense of concern for others gives our lives meaning; it is the root of all human happiness — Dalai Lama

There never was a revelation without a question first. — John Andreas Widtsoe

In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain. — Alexander Pope

There, on the far side of of the Atlantic, would be Maine, but despite the shared ocean, her island and this one were worlds apart. Where Inishmaan was gray and brown, its fragile man-made soil supporting only the hardiest of low-growing plants, the fertile Quinnipeague invited tall pines in droves, not to mention vegetables, flowers, and improbable, irrepressible herbs. Lifting her head, eyes closed now, she breathed in the damp Irish air and the bit of wood smoke that drifted on the cold ocean wind. Quinnipeague smelled of wood smoke, too, since early mornings there could be chilly, even in summer. But the wood smoke would clear by noon, giving way to the smell of lavender, balsam, and grass. If the winds were from the west, there would be fry smells from the Chowder House; if from the south, the earthiness of the clam flats; if from the northeast, the purity of sweet salt air. — Barbara Delinsky

Anybody can make history; only a great man can write it. — Oscar Wilde

June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun warmed the island, there was nothing, nothing better than a wood fire, wool socks, and hot chocolate made from scratch. — Barbara Delinsky