Eileen White

“Perhaps love is best left as a fallow field.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“She knew it wasn’t Chase she mourned, but a life defined by rejections. As the sky and clouds struggled overhead, she said out loud, “I have to do life alone. But I knew this. I’ve known a long time that people don’t stay.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing