Grace

“Her collections matured, categorized methodically by order, genus, and species; by age according to bone wear; by size in millimeters of feahers; or by the fragile hues of greens. The science and art entwined in each other's strengths; the colors, the light, the species, the life; weaving a masterpiece of knowledge and beauty that filled every corner of her shack. Her world, She grew with them--the trunk of the vine--alone, but holding all the wonders together.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“She was tired of everyone deciding her life for her. She was ready to figure out who she really was--not what anyone else told her to be.”
― Marissa Meyer, Scarlet

“I am capable of choosing my battles, if that's what it takes to win the war.”
― Marissa Meyer

“We all carry trace fossils within us – the marks that the dead and the missed leave behind. Handwriting on an envelope; the wear on a wooden step left by footfall; the memory of a familiar gesture by someone gone, repeated so often it has worn its own groove in both air and mind: these are trace fossils too. Sometimes, in fact, all that is left behind by loss is trace – and sometimes empty volume can be easier to hold in the heart than presence itself.”
― Robert Macfarlane, Underland: A Deep Time Journey