Snow Like Ashes (Snow Like Ashes, #1)

by Sara Raasch

Skirts were probably invented as a device to keep women from running away.

Holding on to some part of your past even if it means also holding on to the pain of never again having it. That pain is less horrible than the pain of forgetting.

There will always be a they in your new life, Meira. They make decisions; they mold your future. The trick is to find a way to still be you through it all.”

I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others.

“That’s why literature is so fascinating. It’s always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It’s never the same thing twice.”

Someday we will be more than words in the dark.