You can tell me everything, her eyes say, because I will see beauty in everything you say.
If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone
My soul left me when I was six. It flew away past a flapping curtain over a window. I ran after it, but it never came back. It left me alone on wet stinking mattresses. It left me alone in the choking...
There is no game in her smile. There is warmth and kindness and something that looks like steel. You can tell me anything, her eyes say, because I will see the beauty in everything you say.
People try to make names for things they don't understand.
The truth is not in the touch of a stone, but in what the stone tells you.
Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can’t ’splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-solid lump.
Everyone needs faith: faith that even though the world is full of evil, a suitor will come and kiss us awake; faith that the girl will escape the tower, the big bad wolf will die, and even those poiso...
The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white, a vision of the heavens.
This is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.
Remember when we used to share our secrets? he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders.The Stone, she laughed.I loved you then. I loved you no ma...
He was sweet as a baby, you know? Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can’t ’splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-s...
The ideal of maternal instinct can act as a barrier to acquiring tool women need to cope with children. If you really love your kids, the text of public conversation to mothers reads, you won't hit th...
In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory.
Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.
A farm without stock, a home without children. The world here was dying.
I'm afraid, she confessed, her voice quiet.Of what?That if the box is opened I might want and want and never be filled. She took a breath. That you will get tired of filling it. She paused and spoke h...
Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.
Now when those dark times happen, I curl into a ball on my cot and make a cape with my blanket. I remind myself I am not dust, but I should be. I tell myself I am made of the same cells as life itself...
How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn’t. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the bo...
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