Thomine Mortensen

“Instead I wick the longing into thread, pass it through your needle eye, and sew it into hiding somewhere beneath my skin, embroider my next letter to you one stitch at a time.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“ At what point, she wanted to say, do we stop being the direct product of our parents? At what point does it start being our fault?”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites

“This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe