Andrea

“And Bada lay there watching until the three white dots could no longer be distinguished from the waves, the sea, the sky -- everything that made up this hard, ugly, broken, and beautiful world where, in the end, absolutely nothing mattered except how much one loved.”
― Juhea Kim, A Love Story from the End of the World: Stories

“And I thought: This is love. Oh, I know it wasn't like man-woman love. I know the difference. It wasn't big. It wasn't forced. It had no hurt in it. It was small and gentle and good. It asked nothing. It only gave.”
― Claire Oshetsky, Poor Deer

“The way to turn an ex-lover into a friend is to never stop loving them, to know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit." Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin. "Can you believe our luck?" Max said. "We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit!"
Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met - he was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn't truly understood the nature of Marx's good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know - were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had hey just now become his favorite fruit because there they were, growing in his own backyard? He had certainly never mentioned persimmons before.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow