Lizzie

“The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there-and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.”
― Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

“She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.”
― Margaret Landon

“We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.”
― Ivan Turgenev