Johnson Hevey

“in front of them was the most beautiful wedding cake they had ever seen. Its seven layers were frosted snowy white. Sticking out from the cream were tiny silver twigs that looked like winter trees. “Awesome!” Nancy exclaimed. A man wearing a chef’s hat stood on a ladder”
― Carolyn Keene, Wedding Day Disaster

“And, peering into those dark gulfs,
Empty, without beginning or end,
And sweating blood, he prayed to his Father
That this cup of death might pass.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

“Hestia sighed. ‘Stepping inside a mirror is like stepping into Pandora’s Box. It is a world of illusion and fragility. If the mirror is broken then so, too, will be whoever is inside the mirror at the time it is broken.”
― Frank Lambert, Xyz

“Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than the rest.”
― Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death