Giulia

“The pain in death isn't the dying. It's the wounds we leave in our wake.”
― A.J. Hackwith, The Library of the Unwritten

“Words have always sat like dead moths and dried flowers in his mouth, unheard because no one is ever interested in what he has to say. He is not clever; he is not poetry. He is just a boy who speaks too bluntly when what he wants most is to figure out which pretty, magical words will finally make him understood.”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“Loneliness has a compass of its own.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing