Leslie

“When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.”
― Maurice Maeterlinck

“Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn't shake the guilty suspicion that she was being lazy, that surrendering herself so completely to something so enjoyable must surely be wrong. But surrender she did. Let herself drop through the rabbit hole and into a tale of magic and mystery ...”
― Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden