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“It’s not a zero-sum game. Acknowledging your pain doesn’t take away from anyone else’s.”
“I’d like to explain beauty as corridors before people fill them, as a sunrise seen only by birds. It is the thin lines we draw between ourselves and everything else: the making it make sense, the hindsight, the worthwhile, the looking forward, the acts of kindness, the hoping. It is the rabbit making it across the car-streaked road in time.”
― Everything, Beautiful: A Guide to Finding Hidden Beauty in the World
― Everything, Beautiful: A Guide to Finding Hidden Beauty in the World
“If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would. Drifting back to the predictable cycles of tadpoles and the valley of fireflies, Kya burrowed deeper into the wordless wilderness. Nature seemed the only stone that would not slip midstream.”
― Where the Crawdads Sing
― Where the Crawdads Sing
“The rhythmic songs of crickets and grey tree frogs sound to me like little clocks. But instead of ticking time away-time going, going, gone-they seem to be accumulating time, season after season of mystery, wisdom, and wonder. With each trill and chirp and throb, these voices are keeping turtle time, renewing the covenants that keep the world alive, and offering us the gift of eternity.”
― Of Time and Turtles: Mending the World, Shell by Shattered Shell
― Of Time and Turtles: Mending the World, Shell by Shattered Shell
“But that was the thing about anxiety… it didn’t conform to logic. It itched and scampered beneath the surface, finding ways to break through until even the smallest possibility of her worst fears coming true was amplified.”
― The Secrets in Shadow and Blood
― The Secrets in Shadow and Blood
“The final stretch of drive ended at a small cottage nestled in a grove of ancient live oaks. The weathered structure, with chipping paint and shutters that had begun to blacken at the edges, was fronted by a small stone porch framed by white columns. Over the years, one of the columns had become enshrouded in vines, which climbed toward the roof. A metal chair sat at the edge, and at one corner of the porch, adding color to the world of green, was a small pot of blooming geraniums.
But their eyes were drawn inevitably to the wildflowers. Thousands of them, a meadow of fireworks stretching nearly to the steps of the cottage, a sea of red and orange and purple and blue and yellow nearly waist deep, rippling in the gentle breeze. Hundreds of butterflies flitted about the meadow, tides of moving color undulating in the sun.”
― The Best of Me
But their eyes were drawn inevitably to the wildflowers. Thousands of them, a meadow of fireworks stretching nearly to the steps of the cottage, a sea of red and orange and purple and blue and yellow nearly waist deep, rippling in the gentle breeze. Hundreds of butterflies flitted about the meadow, tides of moving color undulating in the sun.”
― The Best of Me
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