Ayesha

“Gwynne’s voice cut through yours, his brow still resting heavily on your forehead. “I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“The trees in a forest care for each other, sometimes even going so far as to nourish the stump of a felled tree for centuries after it was cut down by feeding it sugars and other nutrients, and so keeping it alive.”
― Peter Wohlleben, The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate — Discoveries from a Secret World

“Just before noon one sunny summer’s day, three bears were returning home from their morning wander. They lived in a sturdy wooden cabin, unpretentious and rustic. Approaching the house he’d built with his own paws, Daddy Bear felt a sense of satisfaction. The residence blended in with the forest rather than standing out from it. All the construction materials had been ethically sourced. The wood came from trees felled by storms. A thick layer of turf on the roof provided insulation in winter and kept the cabin cool in summer. In addition to being practical, the turf looked pretty. Its grass sprouted straight up like hair jutting from a mythic head. A little too big to be quaint, yet a little too small to be showoffish, the house was just right. And just right was the way Daddy Bear liked things.”
― Mark Rice, The Cabin Incident

“I always believed I was a bad friend. I couldn’t nourish friendships. I couldn’t give my all to others. I couldn’t live up to their expectations. It ended up in a falling out. A fight. A break. Followed by distance. Stares. Glares. I learned that I didn’t need to spend my energy nourishing friendships that didn’t nourish me back. I learned that I didn’t need to give my all to others that didn’t give their all to me back. I learned that I didn’t need to live up to their expectations when they didn’t live up to mine. I slowly became my own best friend. It took becoming my own best friend for me to realize that I am a good friend. It just took the right person to make me believe that.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets