Andrea

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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

“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