Stacie

“You get the one life. It’s awfully unfair, isn’t it?”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent

“The grief that must fill the world is incomprehensible. Our small dose felt as large as the sun, didn’t it?”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent

“Grief shared, I think, can produce two outcomes. Either you bind yourselves together and hold on for dear life, or you let go and up goes a wall too high to be crossed.”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent

“Imagine, the letters one has sent out into the world, the letters received back in turn, are like the pieces of a magnificent puzzle, or, a better metaphor, if dated, the links of a long chain, and even if those links are never put back together, which they will certainly never be, even if they remain for the rest of time dispersed across the earth like the fragile blown seeds of a dying dandelion, isn’t there something wonderful in that, to think that a story of one’s life is preserved in some way, that this very letter may one day mean something, even if it is a very small thing, to someone?”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent