Amie

“My granddaughter. She ran away to experience the nascent stirrings of love (le nascenti agitazioni dell'amore—Cress remembered the words from a poem) and now love has run away from her. She's somewhere up there—and he pointed to the black hills—cradling a broken heart, attempting to understand the complexity of human emotion. Why it's left her diminished when not long ago she felt like a conqueror. And here am I thinking what words can give the experience value. How to explain to her that the improbability of love, which she feels will last forever, will one day shine its light again. What words of consolation can be offered? What words of reassurance can I give her that a life lived without the object of her love is still worthwhile and hers for the taking?”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life

“the responsibility of privilege must always be to raise others up.”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life

“...the world never turned out the way you wanted it to. It simply turned. And you hung on.”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life

“And they listened with hearts instead of ears,”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life