Maya Joelle

“And for all this, nature is never spent; / There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems and Prose

“We all forget from time to time, and so we need one another to tell us our stories. Sometimes a story is the only way back from the darkness.”
― Andrew Peterson, The Warden and the Wolf King

“I had always thought of joy as a shouting, flamboyant thing, that tossed breath into the sky like a ball. Instead it robbed me of my speech and my air. I was pinned in place by joy and I didn't know what to do.
"Come here," he said, and pulled me into his arms.
I pressed my face against his neck. My body sparked, and I couldn't move, except to lean into him. I was filled with happiness, so enormous and terrifying it was as if I'd committed a crime to get it. No one had given me permission to feel this way, and I thought I might not be allowed it. He combed his fingers though my hair and I was frightened with happiness, harrowed by it. There was no way that anyone could feel this much without also knowing they were going to lose it.”
― Kaliane Bradley, The Ministry of Time

“God?" said Kate, revolted. "You don't look like any god to me, Christopher Heron! You look like a piece of gilded gingerbread, that's what you look like, one of those cakes they sell at a fair!”
― Elizabeth Marie Pope, The Perilous Gard