Mary

“It’s a little early for you to have staked out such lush territory in the high ground,” she says irritably. All of this is making her feel a merciless roster of feelings, a series of miniature tests of her moral character, most of which she has, judging by the way Mark is looking at her, failed. But”
― Claire Lombardo, Same As It Ever Was

“She told me that when you first lose somebody, the grief feels like the strongest tea you’ve ever tasted, so bitter and sharp you don’t think you’ll ever be able to swallow. But that every day, another drop of water falls into that cup, and it gets a little easier to taste. That bitterness, that pain, it don’t ever go away or get smaller. But it does fade.”
― Erin Crosby Eckstine, Junie

“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength—carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.’—Corrie ten Boom.”
― Wally Lamb, The River Is Waiting

“Above and behind the aerial ballet of bird flight”
― Allen Levi, Theo of Golden