Eleanor

“Imagine, the letters one has sent out into the world, the letters received back in turn, are like the pieces of a magnificent puzzle, or, a better metaphor, if dated, the links of a long chain, and even if those links are never put back together, which they will certainly never be, even if they remain for the rest of time dispersed across the earth like the fragile blown seeds of a dying dandelion, isn’t there something wonderful in that, to think that a story of one’s life is preserved in some way, that this very letter may one day mean something, even if it is a very small thing, to someone?”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent

“When the world throws at you nothing but stones, maybe to survive you simply become stone yourself.”
― William Kent Krueger, The River We Remember

“We think we know who we are: that each day will wake up more or less the same person. But just as rocks are weathered, we are perpetually formed and changed by time and experience until we leave this world with not a single cell we came with.”
― M.L. Stedman, A Far-Flung Life

“...and time runs only one way.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet