Deanna Roy > Deanna's Quotes

“A professional writer is an amateur who didn't quit.”
― Richard Bach

“If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough.”
― Mario Andretti

“What horror to face, to choose the moment of your child’s death, to see the machines whir to a stop, the monitors to beep, the line of the heartbeat to go flat. No one really recovers from that. It must be easier to harden your heart, close the recesses of pain, and live life more simply and with calm deliberation.”
― Deanna Roy, Baby Dust

“Dot sat forward and tugged another handful of bracelets from the snarl. “Here’s something I believe.” She held up a green bracelet so that the sun shone clear through the colors on the beads. “I believe that when women like us meet, that our children in heaven also find their way to each other, on account of us all being in the same place and them watching over. So they’re all together—Stella your pair, Melinda’s, and mine. Right now, they’re up there, singing maybe, or playing Red Rover, and probably laughing at us sitting around trying to fix a mess we ourselves made.”
― Deanna Roy, Baby Dust

“Crossing the line isn't about forgetting the people we love. It's about not letting our past sorrow steal our future joy.”
― Deanna Roy, Forever Innocent

“Life is short. Go after what you love and ride it as hard as you can!”
― Deanna Roy, Forever Innocent

“You're a survivor. Each one of you. And survivors don't have the luxury of acting like regular people. We do what we have to do to get by.”
― Deanna Roy, Baby Dust

“The Big Dipper rested neatly in the sky, surrounded by lesser bits of light, and I understood how it all fit together. Some moments of our lives were vivid and strong, hanging among all the other memories, not to be forgotten. Our baby was that constellation for us, and no matter where we looked, no matter what other stars dotted our sky, he would always be there, the biggest and the brightest of them all.”
― Deanna Roy, Forever Innocent

“A tremendous gust of wind rattles the shack, and I can’t help it. I scream.
It feels good, so I scream again at the top of my lungs, like I’m the wind itself.
Then arms are around me. Strong, comforting arms. They lift me off the floor like I’m nothing.
I think this is it. The hut came tumbling down, and I’m dead. This is Jesus, or an angel, or my long-gone grandma here to fetch me for the afterlife. I’ve become light as a feather, my dumb ol’ body gone.
But then a flash of lightning reveals the truth.
It’s the devil, and I’m on my way to hell.
My ex-boss Rhett Armstrong.”
― J.J. Knight, Juicy Pickle