Wendy

“Unchanged through millennia yet constantly changed by the sea and the sky, a contradiction at the western edge. Unmoved by time or man, this ancient land was draining our strength and self-will, bending us to acceptance of the shaping elements”
― Raynor Winn, The Salt Path

“Als iemand sterft doet alles ertoe.”
― Lieke Kézér, De verloren berg

“Something in me was changing season too. I was no longer striving, fighting to change the unchangeable, not clenching in anxiety at the life we’d been unable to hold on to, or angry at an authoritarian system too bureaucratic to see the truth. A new season had crept into me, a softer season of acceptance. Burnt in by the sun, driven in by the storms. I could feel the sky, the earth, the water and revel in being part of the elements without a chasm of pain opening at the thought of the loss of our place within it all. I was a part of the whole. I didn’t need to own a patch of land to make that so. I could stand in the wind and I was the wind, the rain, the sea; it was all me, and I was nothing within it. The core of me wasn’t lost. Translucent, elusive, but there and growing stronger with every headland.”
― Raynor Winn, The Salt Path

“Ik wil de hele tijd tegen iedereen zeggen dat mama dood is. [...] Is dat niet raar? Niet alleen tegen de mensen die ik ken, ik wil het ook aan vreemden vertellen. [...] Ik vind het zo raar dat niet iedereen weet dat ze er niet meer is. De hele wereld zou het moeten weten.”
― Lieke Kézér, De verloren berg