The Record Keeper (Murphy Shepherd, #3)

by Charles Martin

hope is what feeds us.

Without it, we wither and die.

“Giving it to you didn’t make it mean any less.”

And at root, if Roger valued himself more than everyone else in the room, and his stuff was more important than anyone else’s stuff, then we had to question why he would ever leave the ninety-nine to find the one.

every single magnificent one of you is worth rescue. Again. And again.

Whose you are matters more to the soul than who you are or what you are.

recording others’ lives. Replacing past pain with present tense.

I’d found my place in this world because of Bones. Why? One simple reason: I’d mattered more to Bones than Bones mattered to Bones.

People in darkness don’t know they’re in darkness because it’s all they’ve ever known. It’s their world.

Sometimes, given their depth, we become little more than the sum of our wounds, and it takes someone else to see what we can be instead of what we are.