Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Quotes

“Bay leaves granted wishes as July turned into August. I wrote a wish on the leaf and kissed it three times in front of the moon, and then I slept with the scent of bay wafting from under my pillow. Rose said my wishes smelled like chicken soup and Thanksgiving turkey. But really my wish smelled like Aunt Ruth’s cinnamon rolls and ash soap, the special kind of soap she pulled from under the sink when we had a bad dream.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“The woods are a good place for talking.” She winked. “Nothing like a tree to keep your secrets.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“Nobody’s born hatin”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“We’ll start on the ruins when you come back.” “Looks like a big job.” “Those are the most important.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“My feet lingered at the edge of the riverbank. The river was loud and angry here, the rumble echoing off the mountains and roaring at the shore. In the distance stood a lone pine tree in the middle of it all, refusing to grow anywhere else but the icy waters.
‘I’ve done a lot of sinning lately,’ I said.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“After a long while, the giant forest turned into a clearing. Up ahead, a large waterfall rushed into a giant pool. Rippling curls tumbled down the rocks, and the sunlight shone through the spray and made a rainbow in the mist. It was magic to see a rainbow close enough to touch and I reached out my hand.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I said.
“Immaculate,” said Mama.
“It’s the Valley of the Tears,” I said with a smile. “A place where even the mountains cry”.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“Today, each time I looked at the house, I could see danger seeping out the windows like smoke. As night fell, I concentrated on the mounds of purple, white, and pink flowers that clustered against the siding: sweet peas that came back this time of year no matter how neglected. The petals were confused; they grew every which way out of their long stalks and emerged as butterfly wings rather than flowers. Now in the looming blackness, I watered the hydrangeas with their tiny white buds-blooms that patiently waited for a petal to fall so another could take its place. It would take a hundred years to count all the buds on a hydrangea bush. They just never gave up.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“To be saved,” whispered Mama. The words left her mouth like a wish. At that moment I didn’t know why Mama wanted to be saved. She looked peaceful, tangled in her flower-printed sheets.
She closed her eyes again, and I leaned close. “I’ll save you Mama,” I whispered into her ear.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

“The mountains of Nakusp slid into Lake Arrow, dipping gingerly into the water. A reflection of green and blue glittered on the surface and I loved how the mountains stared at their own beauty.”
― Valerie Dunsmore, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit