Lizzy

“A pair of bay trees flanked the door, their leaves dark and glossy, the sort of order a house wears to reassure its neighbours that money knows how to sit quietly.”
― Sylvia Sutton, Burning Courtesy

“I am a Southerner in mind and spirit still,” he said gravely, “for the South gave me my music and left me proud of what I had learned on my own. But I was American more than Southern and not put here just to learn the music of other countries or only secular parts of mine. I needed to find our own music and play it—I hoped—for this entire land.” There was a long pause. “I know that sounds high flung and boastful, but I could have done it too, or at least helped do it,” declared our ghost finally, “before this war came to destroy all kindness, all brotherhood, all the music of the inventive South, and replace it with drums and bugles and the noise of patriotism.”
― Mitch Jayne, Fiddler's Ghost

“The water settled. Rolling glass. A mirrored picture of the heavens. I waved my hand across our path and shook my head. “Miss Quinn… no matter how wide or deep you cut it… it has no memory. No… scar.” I pointed toward the bow. “Out here, it’s all future, no past.”
― Charles Martin, Unwritten

“When your heart breaks for those less fortunate than you, you can be entrusted with diamonds,”
― Michael V. Ivanov, The Cabin at the End of the Train: A Story About Pursuing Dreams