Top 120 Roseanna M. White Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “We need happy stories in the midst of trials. They keep us going. Remind us of what we’re struggling for.”

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52. “He looked up now and caught her gaze – which had again gone his way, blast it all. Smiled. Bother. Drat. Blast.”

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53. “Even if you have upset her... sometimes we need to be upset. Sometimes that’s the only thing that will convince us to let down our walls and allow someone in. Or even to turn to God.”

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54. “But shame Senara... it’s for a purpose. It’s there to strike our consciences, to remind us of the standard of the Lord. It’s there to let us know we’ve sinned.”

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55. “Disasters simply happen, to the just and the unjust alike. The real proof of our mettle, I think, is how we react to them. Not whether we deserved them, but what we choose do in their wake.”

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56. “That takes a special kind of heart. To love where hatred would come so naturally and so deservedly.”

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57. “She’d lived a lot of years on this tiny little island, a dot in the Atlantic. Home to pirates, home to ships’ captains, home to innkeepers and fishermen and Coasties. Home to generations of stubborn people determined to stand, though the sands may shift. To thrive, though the waters may rise. To go on living, though the storms may rage.”

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58. “They wouldn’t, if they realized that socialist “freedom” involved killing anyone who held a different view. That was no freedom. That was the worst form of tyranny – the kind that lied about what it was.”

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59. “Because I’m here. What’s the point of coming to a place if you don’t learn about it? It’s half the fun.”

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60. “He’d have to fix that. Turn over a new leaf in his outward behavior to better reflect his inward life. And yes, all right, work on the inward too.”

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61. “Well, if you’re giving me a choice – I’ll take the flirting.”

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62. “Stories had painted the backdrop of her world as a child, more than she had ever known. Stories had brought to life all the people who mattered to her, Stories had been reality in her family.”

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63. “Love really was like a bird. You didn’t know where it might settle, or where. You couldn’t tame it, couldn’t force it. Couldn’t often predict it. You could call and call for it and never would it flutter down. Then, at the most unexpected time, in the most unexpected place, it was there.”

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64. “How lovely it must be to know your place in the world without ever having to think about it.”

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65. “That’s the best way, I think, to handle what life throws at us. Grab hold of it. Make whatever we can with whatever pieces we have.”

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66. “Yes, you see, we take part in this bizarre social ritual called conversation. You should give it a try sometime.”

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67. “Maybe we’d all be wiser, maybe fewer people would be hurt, if we questioned more. If we didn’t think that closing our eyes to darkness meant it didn’t exist. As if by closing them, we didn’t just create more darkness.”

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68. “And had come to realize, through their daily games, that he wasn’t quite the monster she’d thought him at first. That a uniform didn’t make a man by nature a friend or an enemy.”

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69. “She sneaked another look at his lordship. Handsome enough, yes. But he was a blithering dunderhead.”

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70. “Then your next step must be to repent of it. And I don’t mean the cursory “I’m sorry” that we let children get away with. You have to mean it, dear one. You must regret not just your own pain, but the grief you’ve caused.”

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71. “It’s you that see people, Oliver. Sees them truly, sees them clearly. Sees them with purpose – and that purpose is to care.”

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72. “She needed months, years, decades, centuries – or at the very least, however much of those God granted them. Together, though. Only, always together. Never apart again, they’d sworn that first night as they cried together over years and milestones lost, as they kissed away the thought of all those lonely days and nights, as they loved away the emptiness.”

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73. “We must be still – not our hands and feet, but our minds. And know that He is God. That He has not changed. That the same Lord who loved us when all is well loves us still when all is lost. His promises are as true today as they were yesterday. He has been enough to see people through the worst since the dawn of time. We must trust that His love is enough to see us through now.”

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74. “You should marry me, Beth, so our compasses can be friends.”

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75. “The seed may be the plant only in potential, but without it, there would be no plant at all.”

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76. “He’d grown accustomed to the yawning emptiness in his own life. Perhaps it always chafed like imagined sackcloth, but like sackcloth in the scriptures, he’d decided at some point in the last months that it ought to be a reminder to fall to his knees. Perhaps the cup given him wasn’t happiness, but rather holiness. Perhaps he could do as a man of prayer all that he’d failed to do as a man of action.”

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77. “Everyone in the Scillies knew that when Oliver Tremayne took hold of your arm and looked deep into your eyes, he saw right down to your soul.”

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78. “He knows your name. Not Libby, not Elizabeth Sinclair. Your true name, the one at the heart of you that has never been spoken. He knows you, and He calls you by it. You, in all your uniqueness. You, in all that makes you different from others. You, in all that you have in common with them. He knows you, and He calls you by name. He knows how you fit into this world.”

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79. “My love. We’re all dead. All our days are numbered. That’s the beauty of what Christ did for us – dying so that we could finally taste real life. Pouring Himself out so that we could be filled.”

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80. “Friendship -true friendship- the kind that lasts years and lifetimes, no matter whether the friends occupy the same physical space, is, I am convinced, a reflection of the Divine.”

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81. “He makes us with great worth. Creates us that way intrinsically. Our sins, our bad choices, perhaps they coat us like mud. But the mud cannot take away the value He instilled in us.”

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82. “She smiled and leaned against the back of the sofa, making herself comfortable. Around him. That counted as a proposal, right?”

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83. “Sins committed together are also committed against each other... And against the Lord. Repenting to Him is sometimes the easiest part. But He asks us to make right what we can too. That generally means facing those we’ve wronged.”

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84. “That the lens of the spirit was to faith what her microscope was to the world-that was a thought that brought unspeakable peace to her mind. More, it was one that made her crave both lenses-the physical and the spiritual.”

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85. “How strange were regrets. So many things she hated, yet without them, things she loved would never have been.”

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86. “Yes, you see, we take part in this bizarre social ritual called conversation. You should give it a try sometime. It’s when you exchange words – at a normal volume – for the purpose of sharing information, rather than for accusation or inflicting emotional pain.”

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87. “But He loves us, as does the Father. Because we are valuable. And the blood of Christ, when it washes us clean, fully restores us to what He created us to be.”

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88. “The truth, when viewed from the wrong angle, didn’t necessarily set one free.”

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89. “Because he’s Ainsley. Everyone needs an Ainsley in their lives. If I didn’t have his lectures keeping me straight, just imagine the mess I’d be.”

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90. “My sweet Libby. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

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91. “Maybe there never was a winning team, not really. Not when war was tanks and guns and trenches instead of laughter and innocence.”

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92. “They didn’t pretend to understand what drove each other, but they’d still be along for the ride. They were family.”

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93. “Black and white could lie. She knew that better than anyone. It was no great thing at all to take what was there, cut it out, and put it somewhere else instead, where it meant something entirely different.”

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94. “Brook trailed a gloved hand along the door, cast one glance over her shoulder, and let herself in. She couldn’t stop the grin as she gripped the wheel of the Rolls-Royce. And why should she? Only a fool would leave such a car running right outside her door and not except her to do something about it.”

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95. “I think the truth always changes us. I think it always should.”

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96. “Look for the beauty in a thousand silent moments.”

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97. “But God’s world – that was an endless feast of the truest beauty.”

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98. “No, He’d given her words. Words to live by. Words to create with. Words that maybe, just maybe, could change the world beyond her house as surely as they had changed the one within.”

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99. “Just as Rem stood now by her side, never truly gone, so too would this wreck of a forest reclaim life. God had created it that way – to rebound from any ruin that man could wreak. To grow again. Thrive again. Cover over the scars with new life. That was what God’s creation did, plant and animal and man.”

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100. “She had such an interesting way of moving. Not fluid and graceful like a young lady who had studied the social arts, but rather each move was brisk, efficient. As if she calculated the most effectual order of movements and performed them accordingly as she did the simple tasks of meal preparation.”

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