Grisel Truxler

“Love was the quiet hum of a lullaby slipping pas sleeping ears on a late November evening.”
― J. Rose Black

“She was beginning to understand that it is not enough to love someone deeply; you also have to learn to love them well.”
― Louis de Bernières, The Dust that Falls from Dreams

“It felt like stepping into a lie told very, very well.
          ”
― D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast