Kristine

“Each generation stamps itself onto the next one. The impression is indelible. Like the flowers in my mother's gardens that come and go with the changing seasons, life re-creates itself. And the best of life must be nurtured if it is to thrive.”
― Lurlene McDaniel, Garden of Angels

“At the pub my dad was waiting for me, a black-as-night beer and his open laptop on the table in front of him. I sat down and swiped his beer before he'd had the chance to even look up from typing. 'Oh, my sweet lord,' I sputtered, chocking down a mouthful, 'what is this? Fermented motor oil?'
'Just about,' he said, laughing.”
― Ransom Riggs (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“In places like this, it's hard to imagine that the world can be so ugly,' Thomas said.
'This is how it was meant to be,' Priya replied. 'The ugliness is our own fault.”
― Corban Addison, A Walk Across the Sun

“On our garden walks Mama always used to tell me, 'Angels live in gardens, Darcy.' 'Where?' I would ask, looking around for the white-winged beings I saw drawn on my Sunday school papers.
'Close your eyes and breathe deep.'
'All is smell is flowers, Mama,' I would say.
'Not so. That's the breath of the angels. And the stirrings you hear in the leaves are their wings brushing past.”
― Lurlene McDaniel, Garden of Angels