Brooke

“I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“Voices in the forest tell of dark and twisted enchantments - as dark and twisted as the roots and grasping branches of the trees themselves. Even the most gnarled tree is eloquent in the telling of its own tale.”
― Brian Froud

“Love must be free to wander, To land upon its chosen shore And breathe.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“She whispered a verse by Amanda Hamilton:

You came again,
blinding my eyes
like the shimmer of sun upon the sea.
Just as I feel free
the moon casts your face upon the sill.
Each time I forget you
your eyes haunt my heart and it falls still.
And so farewell
until the next time you come,
until at last I do not see you.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing