Kitty Dulin

“And if anyone complains that prunes, even when mitigated by custard, are an uncharitable vegetable (fruit they are not), stringy as a miser's heart and exuding a fluid such as might run in misers' veins who have denied themselves wine and warmth for eighty years and yet not given to the poor, he should reflect that there are people whose charity embraces even the prune.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Where she had suffered so much.’ Alas! And that was the way in which the eighteen months in Milton – to him so unspeakably precious, down to its very bitterness, which was worth all the rest of life’s sweetness – would be remembered. Neither loss of father, nor loss of mother, dear as she was to Mr. Thornton, could have poisoned the remembrance of the weeks, the days, the hours, when a walk of two miles, every step of which was pleasant, as it brought him nearer and nearer to her, took him to her sweet presence – every step of which….he could never have spoken of that time, when he could have seen her every day – when he had her within his grasp, as it were – as a time of suffering.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“Also, I'd learned that while it was hard and rare to truly connect with anyone, sometimes men were attracted to me. I'd accepted this the way other people seemed to accept the existence of a god - rather than asking why or searching for evidence, I tried to simply take reassurance and comfort in the unexpected glimmers indicating that it was so.”
― Curtis Sittenfeld, Show Don't Tell

“She thought about H coming home every night from the mines with his pickax and his shovel. He would set them down on the porch and take his boots off before he came in because Ethe would give him an earful if he tracked coal dust into the house she kept so clean. He used to say the best part of his day was when he could put that shovel down and walk inside to see his girls waiting for him.”
― Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing