“You trust him, Trace, and you know it.""With my back," Trace snapped. "Not with my sister.”
“God is God. He knows what he is doing. When you can’t trace his hand, trust his heart.”
“There are two things I was born to do. One is to protect Atlas,” Jackson began. He paused, tracing a fingertip from my temple to my jaw. “The other is to love you. If you don’t believe in anything else, believe in that. Trust me. Trust in me.”
“And you shall find upon the beachThe traces of my dancing”
“Everything good that has happened to me, including my marriage, I can trace back to my activity in the church.”
“I love you, Trace. I always have. Just remember that, okay? Hold on to it. No matter what I say or what I do... and trust me, I'll do some terrible things. Just know. I love you. With every fiber of my being.”