Alexandra

“Seasons flow in a cycle.
Life too, passes through difficult winters.
But after any winter, spring will follow.”
― Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Tales from the Cafe

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“I had to ask myself, once it was all done, if honor was a sham. If it was a ruse used to make men kill one another - to let them pretend there was a purpose to it. If that concept - the very idea of an honorable soldier - was not the most pernicious evil that had ever blighted the Cosmere.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Sunlit Man