Sandra Dallas > Quotes

“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

“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

“When it's raining pudding, hold up your bowl.”
― Sandra Dallas, Prayers for Sale

“Hennie replies to, How are you doing? 'I'm deteriorating at a normal rate.”
― Sandra Dallas, Prayers for Sale

“Don't mind her. She keeps her nose so high in the air, she's liable to drown in a good rainstorm.”
― Sandra Dallas, Prayers for Sale

“Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer. ”
― 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, Prayers for Sale

“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, Prayers for Sale

“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

“for pleasing to me are meadows and a far view”
― Sandra Dallas, The Diary of Mattie Spenser

“Marriage has taught me that women are the only ones who apologize.”
― Sandra Dallas, The Diary of Mattie Spenser

“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, A Quilt for Christmas

“Stories were a living thing. They changed to suit the teller or the times.”
― Sandra Dallas, Prayers for Sale

“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, Prayers for Sale

“Nobody starts out a perfect quilter.”
― Sandra Dallas

“Love is not limited.”
― Sandra Dallas, The Diary of Mattie Spenser

“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, A Quilt for Christmas

“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, Prayers for Sale

“... 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

“Both of them loved the earth and the things that grew in it.”
― Sandra Dallas, A Quilt for Christmas

“Dawn was her favorite time of day. God birthed the world then, she thought.”
― Sandra Dallas, The Last Midwife

“Quilts are like lives. They’re made up of a lot of little pieces,” Nit said.”
― Sandra Dallas, Prayers for Sale

“Missouri Ann ate her bit of orange slowly. "Tastes like summer," she said.”
― Sandra Dallas, A Quilt for Christmas

“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, The Last Midwife

“She would recall the glistening days when the sky was bluebird blue, when the dew at sunrise sparkled on the grasses, when there was just enough rain to make things grow.”
― Sandra Dallas, Where Coyotes Howl

“we women always feel guilt, even about things that can’t be helped.”
― Sandra Dallas, Alice's Tulips

“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 for Christmas

“I don’t know how a woman can have such a poor view of herself as to show off poor stitching.”
― Sandra Dallas, Alice's Tulips

“Sometimes it seemed as if the burden of each death was added to the others until she was bowed under the weight of dead souls.”
― Sandra Dallas, The Last Midwife

“Ned was always an admirer of sunrises. From his first days in the West when he was a runaway boy, he had been gladdened by the dawn over the prairie. He loved the beauty as the day began to break, the black sky softening into gray, the faint streak of yellow light, then flash following flash of violent color - rose and purple and magenta - as far as the eye could reach. He never failed to hold his breath as the sun slid over the horizon like a giant gold watch. If he rode late at night, he waited until sunrise to bed down. And when he stayed at The Chili Queen, he sometimes rose at dawn just to watch the day begin, going back to bed only when the color in the sky faded into blue, the pale shade of a shirt that had been washed again and again. Once, when the sunrise filled the heavens with streaks of pink and orange, Ned awakened Addie to see the wonder of it, but she muttered she had never seen a sunrise that was worth missing two minutes of sleep. She'd take a sunset any day. Not Ned. Sunset was the beginning of darkness; sunrise meant a whole new, glad day ahead, filled with the gift of surprise. From the first time Ned had seen the western sunrise, with the daylight washing over the prairie, turning the brown grasses to gold, he had felt his boy's heart lift and was filled with a sense of freedom he'd never even dreamed about at his father's farm on the Mississippi.”
― Sandra Dallas, The Chili Queen