Jessi

“The people she had thought of as friends have faded to strangers who air their follies on Facebook. It’s only from a distance that she’s able to see how directionless that life was, how shallow. The realisation that there had been no two-way communication was sobering; everyone shouting about what they were doing, no one listening, just clicking like to confirm their own presence. Like a voyeur, she watches their lives spinning on without her, as they fall from one party to the next, always seeking, never finding.”
― Daisy O'Shea, Legend of the Selkie

“The number of lives we are capable of living is limited only by the number of books we choose to read. —Ashlyn Greer, The Care & Feeding of Old Books”
― Barbara Davis, The Echo of Old Books

“And when she dreamed, she dreamed of a battle fought on a green hill where the sunlight flashed on swords like jewels, of faeries dancing in the forest where the moonlight lay as tears on the leaves, and of a deep blue sea that beat like a heart against the waiting shore. And through all the dreams, the one constant thing was the sound of a woman’s quiet weeping.”
― Nora Roberts, Jewels of the Sun