Megs

“Good day, Mrs. Tilly,” Meg called out cheerfully. “The poor dear ain’t been right in the head since she lost her daughter ter smallpox,” she told Kendra and Alec, not bothering to lower her voice as she crossed to the French doors that led out into the gardens. “She doesn’t speak to us, but sometimes we hear her talkin’ ter her dead daughter.” “Good ’eavens,” Molly whispered, eyes rounding. “’Ow terrifyin’.” “It might be more terrifying if they heard her daughter talking back,” Kendra remarked, earning wide-eyed looks from both maids and a soft chuckle from Alec.”
― Julie McElwain, Ripples in Time

“If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

“What a curious experience, to learn the truth of one’s own character.”
― Nancy Bilyeau, The Blue

“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban