The Courting of Bristol Keats (The Courting of Bristol Keats, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

Our past is a shadow that follows us. For better or worse, it shapes us, and sometimes it controls us.

Sometimes, even if you were pedaling for all you were worth down the road, it was hard to tell if you were getting anywhere.

And sometimes sameness made you look beneath the surface, look at the bones that held it all together—and the flaws that could be its undoing. Change was a distraction. Sameness demanded reflection.

Myths and legends always came from somewhere, from some kernel of truth.

“I suppose none of us would be worthy of saving if only judged by our worst qualities.”

Gossip is a favorite pastime of the idle.”

You’ve made me care about laundromats, the seashore, coffee houses, and maybe even that nasty thing you call pizza.”

I don’t need to get rattled. I get even.

“I expected the truth to be easier.” “I suppose we all do, but the dark side of truth is usually riddled with regret.”

“Unforgivable is a tricky word. Only you can decide what that means. Not kings or councils. Forgiveness is a thing of the heart, and every heart is wounded and mended in its own way.”