Hope

“But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.”
― Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

“But I've never despised myself so much as I did that day - she was so small and - so fierce, so beautiful, it was like breaking a hawk's wings, stopping up a clear spring with bricks - digging up roses to make space to park your tank. Pointless and ugly.”
― Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

“It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“What is grief, but love that’s lost its object?”
― Kelly Barnhill, When Women Were Dragons