Maggie Quotes

“Love has its own communication. It's the language of the heart, while it has never been transcribed, has no alphabet, and can't be heard or spoken by voice, it is used by every human on the planet. It is written on our souls, scripted by the finger of God, and we can hear, understand, and speak it with perfection long before we open our eyes for the first time.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“I watched her—the way her shoulders moved with the tilt of her head, how her smile lit up the six people around her, how her hair, tucked behind her ears, framed her face like baby’s breath. I thought about how the sound of her heart beating sounded the rhythm for our dance atop the magnolia floor. I wanted to tell her all this, but didn’t know how. Just because something is broken doesn’t mean it’s no good. Doesn’t mean you throw it away. It just means it’s broken, and broken is okay. I wanted to tell her that broken is still beautiful, still works, still wakes me in the morning, and at the end of every day past and those to come, I can love broken.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“Just because something is broken doesn’t mean it’s no good. Doesn’t mean you throw it away. It just means it’s broken, and broken is okay. I wanted to tell her that broken is still beautiful, still works, still wakes me in the morning, and at the end of every day past and those to come, I can love broken.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“While some farmers have attempted to make farming a predictable science, it is not. Never will be. You can beg, cuss, dance, even manipulate conditions, but she will grow, blossom, and produce only when she’s ready. Nothing short of the hand of God can change that.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“the director’s”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“I’ve been asking the Lord to forgive me for the things in my past that brought this upon all of you. I have asked before, and I will ask again, please forgive me.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“Maybe that’s the sign of true friendship, when silence is not uncomfortable.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“Love has its own communication—one you can’t prove in a courtroom, in a lab experiment, or on a doctor’s chart. It’s the language of the heart, and while it has never been transcribed, has no alphabet, and can’t be heard or spoken by voice, it is used by every human on the planet. It is written on our souls, scripted by the finger of God, and we can hear, understand, and speak it with perfection long before we open our eyes for the first time.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“Memories surfaced and flashed before my mind’s eye—the hospital, tear stained nights, never-ending days, loneliness so deep I thought I would drown—and maybe sometimes I wanted to. I flung open the doors of my mind, dug them out of their holes where I’d hidden them from Maggie, and pretty soon ten pads turned into twenty, and all the beauty and wonder—and yes, even ugliness—of my life stared back at me. The mirror told no lies.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“I suppose she was like most women. Maggie dreamed of the delivery, of the excitement of getting to the hospital on time, of timing the contractions, of her pushing and me cradling her head and helping her count. Of looking down across her swollen tummy at the doctor’s face as he waited for our child’s head to appear through the canal. Despite the pain, the sweat, and the blood, she dreamed of hearing his or her first cry, of being handed our child with the umbilical cord still attached, of watching me cut the cord, and then, finally, of pressing him to her pounding chest and feeling him breathe, suckle, and pull at her with tiny, wrinkled, God-fashioned fingers. She dreamed of watching his eyes open and being the first person he saw. She dreamed of needing, being needed, and giving unselfishly—something she was good at.”
― Charles Martin, Maggie

“down one giant spiral”
― Charles Martin, Maggie