Tifany

“And Cleric Thien had always said that change hurt, but it was bearable if you watched it; if you accepted it and knew that it was always coming.”
― Nghi Vo, Mammoths at the Gates

“Silence is kind of awkward, don’t you think?” he said.

Oh. Or not. “No. I’m okay with silence. We’re in a library after all. This is the birthplace of silence.”

“The library is the birthplace of silence?” David asked.

“All the words are being used by the books. When I was little, that’s what I used to think. That people were told to be quiet so that all their words didn’t get stolen by the books. I thought books needed words to exist. Well, obviously they do, but I thought they needed spoken words. Yeah … I was always weird.”

“And here I thought libraries were quiet because people were trying to study,” David whispered.

“That might be another explanation.”
― Kasie West, P.S. I Like You

“Every writer I know feels this way about someone else. Writing is such a solitary activity. You have no assurance that what you’re creating has any value, and any indication that you’re behind in the rat race sends you spiraling into the pits of despair. Keep your eyes on your own paper, they say. But that’s hard to do when everyone else’s papers are flapping constantly in your face.”
― R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

“Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
Won't you sing your song to Earth as she passes by?
Your sweetest silver melody, a rhythm and a ryme,
A lullaby of pleasant dreams as you make your climb.
Send the forests off to bed, the mountains tuck in tight,
Rock the ocean gently, and the deserts kiss goodnight.
Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
You sing your song so sweetly after sunshine passes by.”
― Marissa Meyer, Stars Above