Ana Sofia

“Anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. It softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. A careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. When a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. When a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. When corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe.

Anoshe brought solace. And hope. And the strength to let go.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“The beautiful thing about books was that anyone could open them.”
― Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

“But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“Whatever I am, let it be enough”
― V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows