Lydia

“Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe.

Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“There’s something you all should know about the colour grey. It’s a chameleon colour, always shifting to blend with the absolutes of the world. The good and the bad. The little white lies and the printed, black subtext. You can’t change grey. You can’t even grasp it. It’s like smoke, filtering through your fingers, hiding in its own little grey-area. You can’t speak to it, because it draws breath from our unspoken words. It’s the simple truth that we all ignore. The simple truth that we all like to hate, because nobody likes to face reality. It’s fragile and brilliant. Unassuming and simple. It’s the most beautiful colour in the world.”
― Jane Washington, I Am Grey

“I don’t know how I’ll feel about anything when my memories return.” His arms tightened around her. “But I know I fear losing you more than anything that might befall me.”
― Annette Marie, Dark Tempest

“When life is only blood and death, what are you living for? The beauty of the world needs to be recognized if it’s to be fought for.”
― Kristen Banet, The Warrior's Assault