Andrea

“She slowed to pick her way through places where water was seeping up through the mats of dying grass. Rain tapping through the brilliant leaves the only sound. She stopped. The sense of something there, with her, all around her, swirling and seething with energy. How intimately the trees seized the earth. How exquisitely she was included. Patrice closed her eyes and felt a tug. Her spirit poured into the air like song.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Night Watchman

“She turned to the window although it was dark now and the glass held only a tired ghost.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Night Watchman

“Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn’t know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land that caught her. Until at last, at some unclaimed moment, the heart-pain seeped away like water into sand. Still there, but deep. Kya laid her hand upon the breathing, wet earth, and the marsh became her mother. 5.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“she wanted to sit in the dark and whisper all of her fears into an ear which would hold every word like a silver shell.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Drowning Season