The Mapping of Love and Death (Maisie Dobbs, #7)

by Jacqueline Winspear

“Extremes live within us all. The joy of association resides alongside the anticipation of loss. What is given will be taken, what we have is often only of value to us when it is gone.”

“Wound agape,” he had said, “is when we find healing in the blood of the wound itself.” And she understood, then, that to rise above the pain that still inflamed her heart, she had to face the dragons of her war, or she would forever be at their mercy.

someone with whom to share the ups and downs of her day, from the surprising to the mundane—

“Life is a riddle, my dear. It is filled with clues along the way, with messages we struggle to understand. You’ve been working on the case of a cartographer; you should know that all maps are drawn in hindsight. And hindsight, if interpreted with care, is what brings us wisdom. I simply wanted to be assured that you know you have a choice. You must not do anything simply because I have said you have the ability to take on my work.”