Emily

“But she knew, without really knowing she did, that the gossamer threads we put out into the world turned into filaments, and filaments into tendrils, and that what people called destiny was really the outward contours of billions of these tendrils, as they exerted their tug on each of us.”
― linda rui feng, Swimming Back to Trout River

“They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Violet's emotions were tender as ever, humming close to the surface, her love for this world often seen through a swift convulsion of tears.”
― Deborah Reed, Pale Morning Light with Violet Swan: A Novel of a Life in Art

“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
― Anaïs Nin