Shelterwood Quotes

“Hate is a thief that will steal everything and return nothing if you let it.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“One must never believe what can be read in the history books about powerful men. The wealthy have the privilege of writing their own stories as they like.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“At the end of the day, you have to look at yourself in the mirror. Don’t do anything you can’t stand to see looking back at you.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“What lucky people we readers are that we live not just one life, but many, and diving into yet another is as easy as opening a book. —Lisa”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“The light between them outshines the November day. My heartstrings tug, and I want to call my mother and my grandmother, the women who built me - who implanted the idea that whatever path I chose for myself, I could conquer it.

What a gift that was. What a gift that still is.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“For all the scandalous women Who blazed the trails before us And refused to take no for an answer. I have been compelled to see orphans robbed, starved, and burned for money. I decided long ago that…no citizen…cared whether or not an orphan is robbed or starved or killed—because his dead claim is easier to handle than if he were alive. —Kate Barnard,
Oklahoma state commissioner of charities and corrections, 1907–1915.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“The old shelterwood trees keep the forest safe from the wind and the weather, from too much sun and heat in the summer, too much snow in the winter. They’re strong and pull up the water from down deep in the drought times, hold the soil so everything smaller can grow, and all of that comes from the roots of this big ole tree. The old take care of the young, just like a family.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I am so lucky to travel the world with this beautiful, unique little soul.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Well, if you gals got trouble sleepin’, I can give you a pinch of your mama’s medicine. Them opium powders go in remedies for teethin’ and such. Help you sleep like a baby.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I’ve been involved in enough court cases to know that justice is not the idealized woman on the statues, blindfolded and draped in flowing robes. She’s battered and chipped, and she has picked herself up from a million hard falls, dusted off her scales, and gone back to work.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“As is commonplace in mothering boys, moments of revelry are like the droplets of nectar in a honeysuckle bloom, intensely sweet but fleeting.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“They’re cutting trees.” The reality hits like a gut punch. I’m sickened, then furious. Suddenly everything makes sense, even the slight chemical smell I picked up at the creek.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Amos says Dewey, Finnis, and Fergus came upon something bad when they were out hunting treasure caves. It gave Fergus nightmares, but they won’t tell what it was.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Because none of us can be here when Mr. Grube gets back.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Here in this place with just the two of us, there’s no pressure to stop asking questions.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Laughing, we exit the car while Charlie tries out more slayer options.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Guys! Guys! Quiet down.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“Perhaps you should know about the women.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I take a deep breath, lose myself in the healing power of feeling the world breathe, water over stones, wind against trees, last year's dry leaves tumbling along expanses of rock, in the play of cloud shadows on mountain peaks, the intricate lace of a dragonfly's wing. The smallest things and the largest. Perspective. To grasp even the faintest bit of it is to look into glory, to feel both insignificant and intricately made all at once. It's a valuable skill, the ability to appreciate that beauty exists even in the most difficult places.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“What lucky people we readers are that we live not just one life, but many, and diving into yet another is as easy as opening a book.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“The pen is a mighty thing, Hazel, and today you’ve exposed the faces of the misery behind this political maneuvering of moneyed men living in high places while children survive in ditches. Chased and hunted, left to freeze and starve. And in the twentieth century! This modern age of telephones, electrified lighting, refrigeration, automobiles. It is an abomination, Hazel, that our society can muster the wit and will to create such magnificence, yet not the resolve to do right by a child, don’t you think?”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I tell you that if we are ever to become a great nation of splendid men and women, we must take hold of our little folks. A dollar spent in the morning of their lives is better than a thousand spent in the evening, in shelters and poorhouses. The”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I tell of forty thousand little children in the cotton mills of the South, breathing cotton lint until it wadded in their lungs,”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“I tell you of the little children breathing glass dust in the factories of America, seven thousand of them working on day shifts and seven thousand working on night shifts, inhaling fine pulverized glass dust until the thin, delicate lung tissues were cut and bleeding.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“That was a perilous area. . .Graves could be anywhere and undoubtedly are. We walk over history, unaware, every day in all places. We sleep atop it. When we rest our heads at night, we've no way of knowing who may have been laid to rest beneath us.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“in my mind, the first rule of relations with mankind, womankind, horsekind, and any other kind is to get folks to do your bidding by making them think it’s their own wants. Every critter looks to its own wants first. No shame in it. It’s just what’s true.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“to like”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood

“and boo hags. This log house and all the Lockridge land belonged to some Choctaws before Mr. Lockridge took it over. Tesco’s worried them Choctaws might still haunt the place.”
― Lisa Wingate, Shelterwood