"My soul has grown deep like the rivers." Langston Hughes
"The truth is, there aren't any grown-ups." from The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
"People who have no life always have to stick their nose in the life of others." from The Shadow of the Wind
"People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough." from The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
"Sometimes...what we want to do and what we must do are not the same...the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be." from Beautiful Ruins
"And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?" from Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walters
"...Even if they are so poor they have nothing, they give the last of their nothing to another human. We are never so poor that we cannot bless another human, are we?" from The Round House
"Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?" from The Round House by Louise Erdrich
"Like mold on books, grow myths on history." from Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
"I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience." from The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." Oscar Wilde
"We are all entitled to our opinions and religious beliefs, but we are not entitled to make shit up and then use the shit we made up to oppress other people." Cheryl Strayed in Tiny Beautiful Things
"Hopes were wall flowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guest that pressed against the walls of your heart...a wall flower in bloom was very angry, very scary." from Swamplandia by Karen Russell
"I will learn throughout my life to never lean on what will bend." Brandi Carlile
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver
A Kind of Healing
"...to live the slow quiet rhythm of a day as a kind of healing" Several years ago, I discovered May Sarton’s journals. What a b...
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As soon as I finished Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens, I wrote about it. I have edited what I wrote several times since then. A... -
"The hawk flys round and round, the sky is so blue. I think I can hear the old bell ringing like I rang it to call them home ...
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