思莹

“Take my day, they sang, but give me the night. Feed the hearth and ready the brew, for I am coming home to you.”
― Simon Jimenez, The Vanished Birds

“She was amused by how much she enjoyed Dana's surprise kisses, and the impromptu hand-holding; displays of affection she had been averse to in other couples, finding it trite and ostentatious, as if the couple were trying to prove to the rest of the world how in love they were. But now she knew why they did it--how it was like having a secret; a language only two people shared.”
― Simon Jimenez, The Vanished Birds

“There’s a kind of time travel in letters, isn’t there? I imagine you laughing at my small joke; I imagine you groaning; I imagine you throwing my words away. Do I have you still? Do I address empty air and the flies that will eat this carcass? You could leave me for five years, you could return never—and I have to write the rest of this not knowing.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“You can write it all down, you can put it in your book of facts, but the truth is no one can ever really understand the tangle of experiences and passions that makes you who you are. It's a secret collection, a private language, a pebble in your pocket that you play with when you're anxious.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory