Amanda Collentro

“Love, in any of its forms, takes the world from a bleak pencil sketch to a magnificent oil painting.”
― Lori Nelson Spielman, The Star-Crossed Sisters of Tuscany

“Being lost is where the beauty lies. Lost in a book. Lost in someone’s eyes. Lost in a symphony so sweet it brings you to tears.” She smiles. “Lost in a beautiful floating city on a starry night. This is magical, yes? It’s being found that’s the disappointment.”
― Lori Nelson Spielman, The Star-Crossed Sisters of Tuscany

“You will find, Emilia, life is not always a circle. More often, it’s a tangled knot of detours and dead ends, false starts and broken hearts. An exasperating, dizzying maze, impossible to navigate and useless to map.” She squeezes my hand. “But not a single corner nor curve should ever, ever be missed.”
― Lori Nelson Spielman, The Star-Crossed Sisters of Tuscany

“Each time you love—be it a man or a child, a cat or a horse—you add color to this world. When you fail to love, you erase color.” She smiles. “Love, in any of its forms, is what takes this journey from a bleak black-and-white pencil sketch to a magnificent oil painting.”
She touches my cheek. “It’s the sweet fruit that paints the field and wakes our senses. I’m not saying you must be on a constant quest for it, but please, if love comes to you, if you find it within your grasp, promise me you’ll pluck it from the vine and give it a good looking-over, won’t you?”
― Lori Nelson Spielman, The Star-Crossed Sisters of Tuscany