Christina

“They will see the whore, the madwoman, the murderess, the female dripping blood into the grass and laughing with her mouth choked with dirt. They will say “Agnes” and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

“In a way, looking back, it seemed a long, long time since she had been eighteen, but in another way her memories were so clear and vivid that it seemed like yesterday.”
― Helen Hooven Santmyer

“Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.”
― Joey Comeau

“To me the purpose of art is to produce something alive...but with a separate, and of course one hopes, with an everlasting life of its own.”
― Henry Green