Grace

“It was as if they were the only two people in the entire world on a lonely stretch of road that led to nowhere and everywhere all at once.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Perhaps it was a tired thing, all references the world had already made to the Ptolemaic Royal Library of Alexandria. History had proven the library to be an endlessly fascinating as a subject, either because the obsession with what it might have contained was bound only be the imagination or because humanity longs for things most ardently as a collective. All men can love a forbidden thing, generally speaking, and in most cases knowledge is precisely that; lost knowledge even more so. Tired or not, there is something for everyone to long for when it comes to the Library of Alexandria, and we have always been a species highly susceptible to the call of the distant unknown.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six

“But the moment we realize we can feel fulfilled without carrying the burdens of belonging to another—that we can experience rapture without being someone's other half, and therefore beholden to their weaknesses, to their faults and failures and many insufferable fractures—then we're free, aren't we?”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six