Darceylaine

“There are stories that are more fragile still: For every tale carved in rock there are more inscribed on autumn leaves or woven into spiderwebs. There are stories wrapped in silk so their pages do not fall to dust and stories that have already succumbed, fragments collected and kept in urns.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

“But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well- read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is."
SO I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is."
-Kurt Vonnegut "A man without a country" p. 132”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

“Most are ordinary men and women with all the usual flaws and hypocrisies. People would rather call them witches and burn them tha0n acknowledge that miracles are bestowed upon the world with glorious, unfathomable generosity, because people are idiots."
Fatima studied Hassan's long fingers, occupied now in stowing the map in his satchel. They did not appear miraculous. Or if they did, so did everything else; the trees exhaling in the darkness, insensible of any danger Fatima might face; the halo of distant stars overhead, more insensible still. The pattern that populated the world seemed bound together by nothing, yet it all persisted nonetheless... Perhaps the real miracle was that the world could support so many contradictions. Next to that Hassan's talents seemed rather modest. [Bird King p. 155]”
― G. Willow Wilson

“This is what his mother would call a moment with meaning. A moment that changes the moments that follow.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea