Randi

“wrapped the seatbelt around both of them and clicked”
― Robin Patchen, Twisted Lies

“was happy now. Still in mourning, but moving forward. The two feelings didn’t cancel each other out.”
― Kristan Higgins, On Second Thought

“During those early days, I could merely circle around it, tracing its contours as I tried to familiarize myself with its heft. I learned that just as a map of the world only contains rough outlines of countries—their borders and major cities, as well as the rivers and oceans that dissect and separate them—so too would the cartography of my loss at first be laid out as a broad, abstract concept for me to come to terms with. Only after I had learned those boundaries and generalities of my grief was I able to venture further into the mountains and valleys, the peaks and troughs of my despair. And as I traversed them—breathing a sigh of relief thinking that I’d conquered the worst of it—only then would I finally arrive at the truth about loss, the part that no one ever warns you about: that grief is a city all of its own, built high on a hill and surrounded by stone walls. It is a fortress that you will inhabit for the rest of your life, walking its dead-end roads forever. The trick is to stop trying to escape and, instead, to make yourself at home.”
― Bianca Marais, Hum If You Don't Know the Words

“That’s another thing I love about my darling husband—no matter how cold my feet, the man has never ever complained or hesitated in warming them up. He’s my own personal heater.”
― Diana Orgain, Bundle of Trouble