Cheryl Shier

“In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“how is it possible that such beauty can exist after the horror of what has happened?”
― Kathleen Grissom, Crow Mary

“We’re all too busy looking down to remember to look up at the stars.”
― Alice Feeney, Rock Paper Scissors

“Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies.” I had watched Grandma O’Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.”
― Robert Dugoni, The Extraordinary Life of Sam Hell