The Sparrow (The Sparrow, #1)

by Mary Doria Russell

We are what we fear in others,

But—Anne, do you remember when I said that it’s difficult to tell from the way people behave whether or not they believe in God?”

“He came all this way for the music and he didn’t even get to hear it once. How is that fair?

“I can explain it to you again, but I can’t understand it for you.”

“Not yet. Some poetry is tragic. It is perhaps harder to appreciate.”

He had concealed his own feelings and mastered them, and mastered them once more when he recognized that she’d fallen in love with him. They had shared work and humor and comradeship, and they had also shared self-restraint. And this increased his regard for Sofia, made it that much harder not to love her as George loved Anne.

“You see, Meelo? Your family came for you. I found you for them.”