Jana

“A town always looked different once you'd returned, like a house where all the furniture had been shifted three inches. You wouldn't mistake it for a stranger's house but you'd keep banging your shins on the table corners.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Her death hit in waves. Not a flood, but water lapping steadily at her ankles. You could drown in two inches of water. Maybe grief was the same.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“My son, my son," said Aslan. "I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

“All the things that are wrong in the world seem conquered by a library’s simple unspoken promise: Here I am, please tell me your story; here is my story, please listen.”
― Susan Orlean, The Library Book