Lisa M.

“Haunted was too cliché a word for this house, its deed now branded with her signature. Even ghosts would have abandoned the home years ago.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The House on Foster Hill

“People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. & even loved in spite of ourselves.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“—Leo, amar es un verbo, no un sustantivo. No es algo que se establezca de una vez para siempre, sino que evoluciona, crece, sube, baja, se hunde, como los ríos ocultos en el corazón de la tierra, que sin embargo nunca interrumpen su curso hacia el mar. A veces dejan la tierra seca, pero discurren por debajo, en las cavidades oscuras, o ascienden y brotan, fecundándolo todo.-Mamá de Leo”
― Alessandro d'Avenia, Bianca come il latte, rossa come il sangue