Alexandra

“What are you doing, sitting there like that?’ Mary says. There is no more serious affront to her than an idle person.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“Agnes watches the child drop from her younger daughter, as a cloak from a shoulder. She is taller, slender as a willow strip, her figure filling out her gowns. She loses the urge to skip, to move quickly, deftly, to skitter across a room or a yard; she acquires the freighted tread of womanhood. Her features become more defined, the cheekbones rising, the nose sharpening, the mouth turning into the mouth it needs to be.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet

“life was dense with sorrow, it was impossible to breathe, suddenly you had a past, all at once you had a past, and it was heavy, it dragged you back.”
― shalev-zeruya, Love Life

“His head is next to hers: she smells the leather of his gloves, the salt of his tears. They stand like this, together, unified, for a moment, and she feels the pull towards him that she always does and always has, as if there is an invisible rope that circles her heart and ties it to his.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, Hamnet