Sarah

“He said he hated talking and just wanted to look into my eyes and tell me things that way. I let him and it made my skin lift, the things in his look.”
― Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

“Not long after he and Margaret were married, he'd complimented her on a pot of yellow blossoms near the front door. She'd laughed, and blushed, and then confessed that weeks earlier, watching him walk around the vegetable garden, she'd slipped out, dug up a brick-sized clump of earth which held the clear impression of his right foot, and tucked it into the flower pot. In that earth she'd planted a chrysanthemum, hoping that as it bloomed year after year so would his love for her. How should he marry again, after that?”
― Andrea Barrett, Servants of the Map: Stories

“...he yelled all the time and I did not like being yelled at. But fighting him felt like practice for whatever hero's journey God had set aside for me in the future so I did it anyway.”
― Karla Cornejo Villavicencio, Catalina

“My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander