Lola Lawrence Quotes

Envy, Doña Lola had once said, eats at you from the inside and turns your eyes green when you look at the person of whom you’re jealous.

divided lovers rarely meet but you and i bridged the distance

We are a collision course to no where... "Alchemy in the Dark

By the end of dinner, Sonny had acquired a list of demands. “This is going to be my life, I guess,” he said to Lola on the way home. “Everybody thinks they can just tell me what they want and I better get it for them.” “Isn’t that the way politics is supposed to work?” Sonny rarely took a stab at philosophy, but he cogitated on this for a bit. “I think everybody has an idea of a perfect world,” he said finally. “It’s like, things would be great if the government never looked over our shoulders and we could smoke grass and carry our guns and walk around without shoes. Or, rich people should be locked up and then the government could pay for all your needs. The weird thing is, everybody’s perfect world is different. I think politics is about trying to make the world a little more perfect for most of us.

they called it madness the way we looked at each other. we called it love... maybe it was both

All I can promise you is adventures, laughter, and wild love. The rest will unfold as it's meant to.

I don't want to just love you. I want our souls to merge and burn brighter than any star found in the universe.

Despite the solitary existence in what nearly everyone would describe as the middle of nowhere, Lola still connected with the stark majesty that surrounded her, especially in the late afternoon when the sky softened and a rosy glow lined the horizon. She had an early-evening ritual of walking the fence line with a margarita while taking in the Earth’s majestic transition into night. Sometimes the sunsets were so glorious she had to catch her breath.

While Sonny loaded the truck with shovels and gunny sacks, along with gloves, jackets, and helmets—the basics—Lola phoned the other members of the local volunteer fire department. They were already awake because of the storm. With no other fire department to call on out here, neighbors had to take care of each other. Grass was money, especially now, but in this drought it was also explosively combustible. The month before there had been a fire on the other side of the mountains that shot up a plume like a hydrogen bomb. Wildfires were finishing off the West.

By the end of dinner, Sonny had acquired a list of demands. “This is going to be my life, I guess,” he said to Lola on the way home. “Everybody thinks they can just tell me what they want and I better get it for them.” “Isn’t that the way politics is supposed to work?” Sonny rarely took a stab at philosophy, but he cogitated on this for a bit. “I think everybody has an idea of a perfect world,