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“March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“But hoping," he said, "is how the impossible can be possible after all.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“And I realize, in that moment, that a heart is a thing not so easily destroyed by the shadows.”
― Laurie Forest, The Shadow Wand

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet