Sophia

“You were created for more than to bear the weight of your shadows- but you have to choose to no longer let them define you. You have to choose to let the light shine through the shattered pieces.” – Tiger Lilly”
― Kara Swanson, Dust

“They are not dead. They live, just as I do now. Just as I will tomorrow, and for the eternity to follow. The flame burns closer and closer to my fingers. On any other night, I would drop it, save my flesh. After all, I am la couturière. My hands are my trade, my life. But tonight my life has ended. My hands are useless to my salvation. I delight in the initial, sharp pain. It is exquisite, indulgent. A triumph of my consciousness over instinct. When the last word is consumed, the final corner of paper burned away, the ashes fall to the table. My flesh, however, remains. Intact, with only the promise of a blister. All pain erased.”
― Allison Pittman, The Seamstress

“Forgiveness is never deserved. It’s a gift. If you earn a gift, it’s not a gift anymore—it’s a wage. The way I see it, if people deserved forgiveness, then there is really nothing to be forgiven.”
― Tari Faris, Until I Met You

“if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice