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Shackles QUOTES

Shackles QUOTES

1 " waved her hand in the vague direction of the paper she’d just handed over. “What’s this all about, anyway?” Jason held the paper up with a triumphant grin, “Tina, you’re an angel.” He leaned over and kissed her "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

2 " Biting back a scream, Rebecca forced herself upright. Her breathing formed clouds in the bitter July air. Fighting a wave of nausea, she pushed herself to her feet. Dimly aware of the creak of her bedroom door opening, the words echoed again “—Run. NOW.” After casting one final glance to the window above, she did. ___________________________________________________ “You really should have been more careful setting your alarm, dearest. You know how unsafe it is to travel in the dark. Your eyes aren’t what they used to be, you know. At our age, all one’s traveling should be done in daylight.” Pete Goodwood reached across and patted Doreen’s leg. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

3 " Tossing the wallet back to him, she held up the note and asked, “What is this?” “That’s a stupid question, it’s a Hundred Rand note.” “Humor me. What can you buy with it? "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

4 " oversee the farm in their absence and also to keep Hazel out of mischief.” Jason smiled at her joke, studying her profile, drinking in her loveliness. “Rebecca, aren’t you angry with Claude at all? He put you through so much.” “Left to myself, I would surely hate him, but God showed me something that changed everything.” Staring into the waves, her eyes lost focus. “I saw who he was as a little boy. Once you understand where someone comes from, it’s easy to forgive, no matter "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

5 " welcome to share it with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this book, please return "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

6 " wake up now. Wake up and get out of the house. Run. NOW.” Shooting bolt upright, Rebecca gasped awake. All was black around her, lit only by the faintest sliver of moonlight through a gap in the curtains. Breath coming in short gasps; she tried to breathe, to swallow. She heard the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards outside her bedroom door. Eyes wide and heart pounding, she slid out of bed. The words from her dream thundered through her brain “—get out of the house. Run. NOW.” Moving quickly in a half-crouch, she crossed to the window. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

7 " Shane yelled, “Pizza’s here.” It was Shane’s turn to cook again, and mercifully he’d chosen not "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

8 " WHAT—” He shot upright, flinging her off-balance. She teetered for a moment, before keeling over and landing with her bottom solidly wedged in the waste paper basket. “Lisa! Are you alright? I’m so sorry.” Awkwardly, brain still sleep-numb, he tried to pull her up and overbalanced himself. He landed on top of her, sending them both rolling. As she rolled on top of him, the bin popped off her rear like a cork. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

9 " My Jesus built the earth we’re standing on. He hung the sun in the sky and named every star. He can look after one person if we ask him. Besides, He loves her more than we do. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

10 " All things work together for the good of those who love Him, and are called according to His purpose. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

11 " My son, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve been bruised, crushed or torn apart by life, you are still everything that God created you to be. You haven’t lost an ounce of your worth in His eyes. All He asks is that you will surrender your life into His hands so that He can heal you. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

12 " You’ve been wandering through the wilderness, tormented by doubt and fear. Desperate for truth, but afraid to trust. Now, know the truth and let it set you free… My name is Faithful and True. I am not man that I can lie. It was I who called you into the wilderness, into the place of loneliness that I could woo you and win your heart. In Me your life has purpose, outside of Me you will drift aimlessly. I came that you could have LIFE and have it abundantly. I died so that you don’t have to. But there is a price. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

13 " – Then the dream changed. Through the clouds bolted a shining figure. Defying rain and lightning, it spun straight toward her. Balanced on nothing but air, the creature unfolded itself. Hardly daring to breathe, she peered through trembling fingers at the dazzling being. Then, with tenderness beyond this world, the creature took hold of her hands… “Dear one, fear not me. Fear not the night. For you are one much loved.” The warmth of words and hands flowed over her, enfolding her in unshakeable peace. Locking his eyes with hers in grave intent, the creature spoke again, this time his voice quickened by urgency, “Rebecca, you need "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

14 " The chasm between certain death and waking on the frozen forest floor was a jumble of contradictory images that stung at her mind like angry wasps. Fiery snakes and "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

15 " Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

16 " heard, but doing it – he will be blessed in what he does. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

17 " seem to fit you perfectly.” She studied Rebecca for a moment. "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

18 " She looked at her unmarred hands in wonder. “You really meant what you said! Every word You speak is true. I know "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

19 " little business, aptly named Comewhile B&B, short for ‘Come "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles

20 " Is it just me, or is this whole situation a bit—” he paused, searching for the right word, “—unnatural? "

― Dianne J. Wilson , Shackles