Kendra Campbell

“My friends wouldn't have a platform to deliver a poignant speech about how we met, but they could show me how much they cared in other ways: checking in during their coffee breaks when I'm upset over a racist encounter, surreptitiously leaving a Polaroid of a moody Halifax sunset on my desk because it reminds them of me, an invitation to go for a quiet walk on the beach, or simply to sit in the kitchen with them while they bake an apple pie because there's a whisper of Fall in the air”
― Samra Habib, We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir

“She's sorting out
our library,
her book, my book,
and now and again
we exchange a touch
for old times”
― Milton Acorn, Dig Up My Heart: Selected Poems 1952-83

“Emily," whispered Teddy, "you're the sweetest girl in the world."

The words have been said so often by so many millions of lads to so many millions of lasses, that they ought to be worn to tatters. But when you hear them for the first time, in some magic hour of your teens, they are as new and fresh and wondrous as if they had just drifted over the hedges of Eden. Madam, whoever you are, and however old you are, be honest, and admit that the first time you heard those words on the lips of some shy sweetheart, was the great moment of your life.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

“Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.”
― Maira Kalman