Sandra Kring Quotes

For all those who longed to find a best friend and found it in themselves

Lucky ain't a puppy no more and he don't bark for just any old reason. It takes a mailman, a squirrel, a car, a bird, a blowing leaf, or a tumbling scrap of paper to get him stirred up now.

So there that poor little stick is, caught up in a swirlin' eddy, spinnin' and spinnin' until it's sure it's gonna be stuck in that one spot forever. But then a most amazing thing happens. For no reason that anyone can really be sure of, the water spits that little stick right out of that stuck place and off it goes, floatin' on down the river to find new adventures.

And on bad days when you feel like you're stuck on a rock in the middle of nowhere, with no earth beneath you to sink your roots in, and no breeze to push your life forward, reach out to all those who ever gave you love, and believe with the faith of a child.

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it's over, a soldier don't get to leave it behind where he fought it. He's gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

I've always said that we have to go on thinking anything's possible. Or else what's the point?

Right now you're swirlin' in a sad eddy, but you ain't gonna stay stuck in that place forever. Sooner of later, somethin's gonna happen to spit you out of it.

Well, Earwig, there's not much about love that does make sense.

What does any of it matter in the end but who we loved and how we loved them.

It's not the length of time we knew someone that makes them so special. It's what they brought into our lives.

I wouldn't have made it back if it weren't for you, Earwig. I just kept telling myself, every day, every hour, that I had to live through it to come home for you.

Unless they can look into the core of your heart, and see the degree of your passion, or look into the depths of your soul and see the extent of your will, then they have no business telling you what your can or cannot achieve. While they may know the odds, they do not know you. Nor do they know the power of your angels.

See them little scales there, how they're closed up tight like window shutters? Underneath 'em are the seeds - flat little things, flimsy as a baby's figernails - with a point at one end. If a fire comes along, the heat is gonna cause those scales to peel back and drop their seeds, while the ground is still scorching hot. Then that tiny seed is gonna burrow in and take root. I was nine years old the summer Freeda and Winnalee Malone rushed across our lives like red-hot flames, peeling back the shutters that sat over our hearts and our minds, setting free our sweetest dreams and our worst nightmares.

Sometimes we need to go home to find the parts of ourselves we left behind before we can truly become whole.

I'd write Bright Idea #84: When you go through a new town that don't look like much, stop anyway, because you just might find a best friend waiting there.

I was standing in that place they call "bittersweet." That place that, if you could find it on a map, would be the mountain that sits between happy and sad. And I thought about how when you stand on that mountain, you can almost feel God's hand on your head and you just know, deep down inside, that even if you dno't understand everything that happened to cause those mixed feelings, you still know there was a good reason for them happening.