The Middle of Somewhere Quotes

“Hiking’s not for everyone. Notice the wilderness is mostly empty.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“What goodness she might hold in her heart had been overshadowed by her actions, again and again, She wasn’t a bad person, but she might was well be.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“What goodness she might hold in her heart had been overshadowed by her actions, again and again. She wasn’t a bad person, but she might was well be.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“But for her there was no possibility of a clear conscience, merely the weak absolution of honesty, of confession.
She could not buy into the cycle of sin and penance. She would always remember what she had done, and it would always sting. She would not be washed clean.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“She had gills while other people were breathing with lungs. There was, however, no point in dwelling on it, as it was too later to grow up differently.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“matter most are not borne because of others, but with them.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“Courage lays within easy reach of a child who knows nothing of how easily understanding can unravel, leaving a set of rules that apply to nothing, and an empty heart.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“Getting closer to someone doesn’t necessarily clarify anything. It’s like staring at an electron micrograph. You’re closer but nothing’s any simpler.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“Here, at the edge of this lake, on the broad flank of this mountain range, under the boundless sky in the middle of nowhere, she was small and bare and completely inconsequential…On this journey, she would travel deep into the indifferent wilderness to discover what was possible for her, and what could not be undone.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere

“It was morning distilled, the sun rising on a quiet world, a mute witness. To Liz, it was both the oldest miraculous event, and the newest. This one belonged to her, and she to it.”
― Sonja Yoerg, The Middle of Somewhere