Anna

“She'd heard enough regrets in her lifetime to know that dreams don't always die because of something terrible, but more often because of something that's merely acceptable.”
― J. Ryan Stradal, Saturday Night at the Lakeside Supper Club

“She now knew that heartache could be loud or quiet. Sometimes it needed to make itself known to the world, and other varieties needed space and time to settle down on their own.”
― Phaedra Patrick, The Little Italian Hotel

“...when you held one of those volumes in your hands you were leafing through another person's life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after the last chapter. The scent of their store was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a pinch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history.”
― Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller

“I knew that if you had the eyes to see, there was beauty everywhere, even when nature was barren or sloppy, and not just when God had tarted things up for the spring.”
― Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith