Karen White
Karen White
Karen White is an American author of more than fifteen novels...
ProfessionTV Actress
Date of Birth7 July 1965
CityPhiladelphia, PA
years finding-yourself invisible
Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.
mistake people choices
There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.
doors
There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.
doors choices enough
We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough
song heart adversity
Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.
rain rainbow after-the-rain
You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.
lanes after-the-rain highways
The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.
done
You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.
kindness opportunity giving
Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.
mother pain rain
Mama?" "Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. "How do you know when it's been long enough?" Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. "When you relaize that love doesn't have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they're inseparable.
thinking swim underwater
But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.
kissing blow men
A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.
moving mean forget
Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.
strong memories hair
Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.