Fredricka Sollman

“When divine love is burning like a fire in your heart, spread it around existence to transform the world.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“Words are not enough. Not mine, cut off at the throat before they breathe. Never forming, broken and swallowed, tossed into the void before they are heard. It would be easy to follow, fall to my knees, prostrate before the deli counter. Sweep the shelves clear, scatter the tins, pound the cakes to powder. Supermarket isles stretching out in macabre displays. Christmas madness, sad songs and mistletoe, packed car parks, rotten leaves banked up in corners. Forgotten reminders of summer before the storm. Never trust a promise, they take prisoners and wishes never come true. Fairy stories can have grim endings and I don’t know how I will face the world without you.”
― Peter B. Forster, More Than Love, A Husband's Tale

“(...), j'étais animée d'une faim nouvelle, et certains jours, j'étais véritablement vorace. Le besoin de lire s'emparait de moi et exerçait sa délicieuse et grisante emprise. Plus je lisais, plus j'avais faim. Chaque ouvrage était riche de promesses, chaque page que je tournais était une équipée, l'attrait d'un autre monde.”
― Tatiana de Rosnay, The House I Loved

“When Booker first started working for her a few years ago and was living in their home, she saw him cower with apprehension every time she snapped a new order or made him redo tasks more than once, twice, or three times. Now, she knew that he understood her ways better, her need for order, cleanliness, and strict attention to details. She felt he was beginning to realize just what this fifty-seven-year-old Yankee schoolteacher expected of her thirteen-year-old house servant and pupil. He began to appreciate the books from which she taught him after his morning chores were completed. She gave him a few to start his own library and found he stored them in old dry goods boxes in his bedroom.”
― Sheridan Brown, The Viola Factor