Lori

“This is the business of dying well. The sorting out of what’s worth the fight and what’s not. The peeling off of old resentments. The laying down of arms. It’s a time of reckoning, of balancing our books and paying those we owe. But when done well, with clear eyes and an open heart, we learn to cherish those last precious days, and perhaps even to be grateful. We realize at long last that life in this world is finite, and with our wicks beginning to burn low, we cast about for other sources of light. For memory and meaning. For love stripped of need or wound. Pure, perfected, peaceful. This is transition. Not a fight, but an easing, an embrace of the eternal, of who and what we will be on the other side. Complete.”
― Barbara Davis, Every Precious and Fragile Thing

“You too might find that your women friends are your truest friends, your sisters are the keepers of your memories and hopes for the future.”
― Philippa Gregory, Three Sisters, Three Queens

“DROPPING KEYS The small woman Builds cages for everyone She Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck her head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners. —HAFIZ”
― Glennon Doyle, Untamed

“He has dark skin,” she said to Rux, jumping right to her point, “because God is an astounding artist, and like you, he loves to paint with many different colors.”
― Camron Wright, The Orphan Keeper