Emma

“I know all about love that's too big to stay in a tiny bucket. Splashing out all over the place in the most embarrassing way possible.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

“That fact filled Gabe with so much hope that he grew another two inches just to have enough room to hold it all.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“By this point Viviane Lavender had loved Jack Griffith for twelve years, which was far more than half of her life. If she thought of her love as a commodity and were to, say, eat it, it would fill 4,745 cherry pies. If she were to preserve it, she would need 23,725 glass jars and labels and a basement spanning the length of Pinnacle Lane.

If she were to drink it, she'd drown.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“What if you ended up in the wrong kind of love? What if you accidentally ended up in the falling kind with someone it would be so gross to fall in love with that you could never tell anyone in the world about it? The kind you’d have to crush down so deep inside yourself that it almost turned your heart into a black hole? The kind you squashed deeper and deeper down, but no matter how much you hoped it would suffocate, it never did? Instead, it seemed to inflate, to grow gigantic as time went by, filling every little spare space you had until it was you. You were it. Until everything you ever saw or thought led you back to one person. The person you weren’t supposed to love that way.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home