Laura

“We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all.”
― Setterfield Diane

“Souls and thrones are irreconcilable.”
― Kiersten White, And I Darken

“But sorrow can spread inside a person, blocking out any light that might find its way in to heal the hidden hurts.”
― Melanie Crowder, A Nearer Moon

“The day Emilienne met Satin Lush, she was wearing her cloche hat, newly painted with red poppies. Her hair was curled and peeked lightly out from under the hat to cup the curve of her chin. There was a rip in her stocking. It was May and heavy wet lines of spring rain streamed down the windows of the café where Emilienne had just spent her day serving black coffee and sticky buns to dreamless Irishmen. The smell of glazed sugar and folded pride still lingered on her clothes. As she waited for the rain to let up, the bells of Saint Peter’s chimed five times and the water fell only harder upon the awning over her head. She”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender