"The world I knew as a boy was flawed, surely, but it was substantial and authentic. The households of my grandparents seemed to breathe forth a sense of the real cost and worth of things. Whatever came, came by somebody's work."
"But there in that little room at the end of the old year, I was already learning something that I have never stopped learning and will never learn completely. As I watched, it came to me that they were waiting: Granddaddy and Frank Lathrop, each with a son in the army....Jayber Crow, whose calling seems to have been to wait with the others. They were suffering and enduring and waiting, waiting together, joined in their unending game, submitted as the countryside around them was submitted. We had come into the silence that is deeper than any other- the silence of what is yet to come, the silence of one who is waiting for what is yet to come."
"But there in that little room at the end of the old year, I was already learning something that I have never stopped learning and will never learn completely. As I watched, it came to me that they were waiting: Granddaddy and Frank Lathrop, each with a son in the army....Jayber Crow, whose calling seems to have been to wait with the others. They were suffering and enduring and waiting, waiting together, joined in their unending game, submitted as the countryside around them was submitted. We had come into the silence that is deeper than any other- the silence of what is yet to come, the silence of one who is waiting for what is yet to come."

