Jordan

“When I am dust, sing these words over my bones: she was a voice.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

“Our aim is to make the world more beautiful than it was when we came into it. It can be done. You can do it." A small cry of despair came from Jim Donnini. It was meant to be private, but it pierced every ear with its poignancy. "How?" said Jim. "Love yourself," said Helmholtz, "and make your instrument sing about it. A-one, a-two, a-three." Down came his baton.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Welcome to the Monkey House

“She wasn’t a bird in a cage. A bird in a cage, when the cage is opened, can still fly away. She was a bird embroidered onto a screen — a white bird in clouds of gold stitched onto a screen of melancholy satin. The years passed; the bird’s feathers darkened, mildewed, and were eaten by moths, but the bird stayed on the screen even in death.”
― Eileen Chang, Love in a Fallen City