Top 120 Roseanna M. White Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “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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102. “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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103. “A reminder that He had been Lord long before she entered the world, and He would be Lord long after. That history would always march on, humanity living and dying, loving and losing, praising and cursing, but that He was unchanging.”

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104. “They’d become part of the earth. Part of the people. Part of the story they’d all tell. The yesterday whose tides would carve tomorrow.”

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105. “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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106. “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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107. “That’s my sister. Abbie, I mean. Not the pug.”

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108. “What I know is that love is never a gift the Triada gives to break us. It is how he gives us wings. It is how he takes us to new heights, new depths. Love, real love makes us better.”

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109. “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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110. “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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111. “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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112. “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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113. “I think the truth always changes us. I think it always should.”

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114. “He can whisper the future to His prophets. He can send and heal plagues. He can raise the dead.”

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115. “Because let me just tell you, Daddy your blood doesn’t have that power. There’s only one Man’s blood in all of history that can make us better than we are-and your are not Him.”

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

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118. “He does not ask everyone to give all they have. But if He does, are we willing?”

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119. “Her best weapons were the books – and she was going to use them well.”

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120. “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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121. “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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122. “The islands know your names they know all of us who love them.”

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123. “A library! ” Of course a house this size would have one, but how could she have been here a complete day already with day finding it?”

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124. “If it were so simple, Goebbels wouldn’t have ordered me here, would he have? If books had no power, they never would have been banned.”

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

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

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128. “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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129. “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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130. “That takes a special kind of heart. To love where hatred would come so naturally and so deservedly.”

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131. “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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132. “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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133. “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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