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“The end was always curled up there between us, like a sleeping cat, present even in our love-making.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

“Her breath expanded her chest against my arms, and I thought of the way a tree will keep on growing after a fence is wired around its trunk. The unbelievable force of that expansion. And I let her go.”
― Barbara Kingsolver

“Morning sunlight gave everything a golden, beautiful glow. “We were supposed to have time,” she whispered, feeling tears start. How often had she imagined a new beginning for her and Papa, for all of them? They would come together after the war, Isabelle and Vianne and Papa, learn to laugh and talk and be a family again. Now it would never happen; she would never get to know her father, never feel the warmth of his hand in hers, never fall asleep on the divan beside him, never be able to say all that needed to be said between them. Those words were lost, turned into ghosts that would drift away, unsaid. They would never be the family maman had promised.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“Her kitchen chairs were equipales that took you in like a hug, which I needed.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams