Kimber Rockey

“Her eyes were dark. Dark as chocolate, dark as coffee, dark as the polished wood of my father’s lute. They were set in a fair face, oval. Like a teardrop. Her easy smile could stop a man’s heart. Her lips were red. Not the garish painted red so many women believe makes them desirable. Her lips were always red, morning and night. As if minutes before you saw her, she had been eating sweet berries, or drinking heart’s blood. No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room. Do not misunderstand. She was not loud, or vain. We stare at a fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near. The same was true of Denna.”
― Kvothe in 'The Name of the Wind' written by Patrick Rothfuss

“Ah, don’t grieve, little falcon,’ he said with that tenderly melodious gentleness with which old Russian women speak. ‘Don’t grieve, little friend: you suffer an hour, you live an age! So it is, my dear. And we live here, thank God, with no offense. There’s bad people, and there’s good”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”
― Robert Brault

“My stomach is a flimsy crepe, my heart a raging woodpecker, my blood a river of anxiety.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me