Summer

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Hate, like love, was apparently complicated.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“It's because you're too much alike. What did the abbess used to say? That our own flaws infuriate us in other people?”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“Rage was only useful if you were allowed to do anything with it.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone