Justine

“Well, after that she would do her best. That was the only way. You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She had no illusions of becoming a master knife fighter. This wasn’t the Realms, where a thought delivered a result. But she also knew she’d given herself a better chance. And in life, at least in her new life, chances were the best she could hope for. They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life.”
― Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky

“Grandparents are convinced they’re better parents than their own kids, whose lives they’ve already fucked up.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“You can’t be miserable when you’re running. It’s such a simple and pure way to feel alive.”
― Veronica Rossi, Brooke