"...I can only imagine the pile of requests languishing on some ignored [Congressional] desk...My army is fading before my eyes. I am holding it together by sheer will and God's grace..."
"With all these trials, what keeps the men here?"
He considered this a moment.
"Hope.
Hope is its own army and carries its own weapons.
Without it we will surely perish."
-The novelized George & Martha Washington,
in Washington's Lady by Nancy Moser, p. 290
"...The moon hangs between the mountains like a searchlight, making a path through flimsy clouds. I breathe deeply...The mountains, knit together seamlessly, form a black velvet fortress around me. The dark sky lightens to a shimmer of silver on the mountaintop, like a window shade that can not reach the sash to keep out the light. The details are clean - bare branches with fluttery edges like curls, and strong black veins in the trunks and branches of the mighty pine trees. I am so small here...."
- from Big Cherry Holler by Adriana Trigiani, p. 43
(BTW, seriously losing track of time in this book series - & I love it when I read something precisely perfect for a recent photo!)
