The House on Tradd Street Quotes

“Because a garden is the heart of a house, where love is the seed and the dark earth like a mother who nurtures her saplings until they bloom, and then waits for them with furrowed arms to return. It is the story told again and again from my garden: from dust we begin, and to dust we will return again.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, thank you very much. Have no interest in a repeat performance.” So”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“I decided right after our marriage that I would begin my transformation in the garden. Because a garden is the heart of a house, where love is the seed and the dark earth like a mother who nurtures her saplings until they bloom, and then waits for them with furrowed arms to return. It is the story told again and again from my garden: from dust we begin, and to dust we will return again. Perhaps that is why the garden is my favorite place of all in my new house—perhaps because when I sink my hands in the moist earth, I feel that I’m already home.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“No. I simply love Charleston.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“There is an unease in you, too, which I sensed. You remind me of an anchor searching for a spot to latch on to.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“The Mayo Clinic is in Rochester, New York.” I”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“It might be just brick and mortar to me, but it was his whole life—a life nearing its end with no family left to refurbish the garden or enjoy the rose china.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“Depressing, really. It was all just lumber and plaster in the end.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“Weeds could be pulled and new seeds planted, hardened soil tilled and watered to make a fertile bed. Water could be piped in to make an old fountain cascade for the first time. Perhaps my relationship with my mother could be tended in the same way, with care and patience used to rebuild the bedrock of a mother-child bond that had been broken nearly thirty-three years before.”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street

“wood rot on the mantelpiece in the”
― Karen White, The House on Tradd Street