Adelaide

“Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished. Irene Finney had taken her daughter’s death and to that sorrow she’d added a long life of entitlement and disappointment, of privilege and pride. And the dagger she’d fashioned was taking a brief break from slashing her insides, and was now pointed outward.”
― Louise Penny, A Rule Against Murder

“Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.”
― Rumi

“It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.”
― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness