Nicole

“have you killed me, false thief?”
― Chaucer Geoffrey, Selections from Chaucer - Scholar's Choice Edition

“She felt it when she woke, not a presence but an absence.”
― Paula Hawkins, Into the Water

“Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul …” But if your hope was hope for the wrong thing, it could be a sharp-beaked hawk that ravaged the soul and the heart.”
― Dean Koontz, Breathless

“The memory had borne its burial well, had returned to her intact, untarnished, fully dimensional, part of her living history, complete with visceral analogues—tastes, smells, sensations—actual voltage. It was a sightless memory, however, clothed in darkness, which she took to mean that the remembered events had taken place at night. Either that or the girl she had been was resolutely shut-eyed, had decided from the outset to curtail the offensive sensory input. Initially, the explosion within had been all pain and alarm, but later on she learned the trick of surrender, came to understand that...”
― A.S.A. Harrison