Hannah

“But maybe this is how broken people keep living. They find someone as broken, fit them into the empty spaces of their hearts and, together, grow into something different.”
― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra

“He went on, “I don’t know how much time we have left. Could be fifty years. Could be one more week. But I do know that we’re not going to get cheated out of one second of being together. We’re going to share everything and feel everything together. And I am going to let you know, in the way I touch you, and the way I kiss you”—as he said it, he touched her, and kissed her—“that you are the best thing in my life. And I’m a selfish man, and I want every inch of you, and every minute of your life I can have. There’s no my life anymore. And no your life. Just our life, and we’re going to have it our way. I want birthday cake every day and you naked in bed every night. And when it’s time to be done, we’ll have that our way, too.”
― Joe Hill, The Fireman

“The frost in his eyes is cracking and, behind it, the green of the
first buds of spring. "When I was young," he says, "I was afraid of
everything. Atreus's hounds, Agamemnon's games, mutilated bodies,
angry slaves. Wherever I looked, I feared.
I learned to overcome those fears. I had to, or I would have died. But
something stayed inside me, a feeling of rootlessness, of floating
through life trying not to drown."
She listens though she doesn't know that sensation. Every step she has
taken since she was a child had a direction. And it brought her here.
He stares at her. "But now I know that I belong with you."
She closes her eyes and savors the feel of his hand against her own. He
doesn't know this, but he gave her a chance too, which no one else did.
He told her: Look I am as damaged as you, but here I am.”
― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra

“A nose was a blessed thing to have on your face, no matter how stubby and unimportant it looked to others.”
― Ruth Sawyer, The Year of Jubilo