Blake

“I was never in danger. Nothing bad can happen to you if you're with your mom. Your mom can stop a bullet from lodging in your heart. She can prop you up when you can't. You mom is your blood and bone before your body even knows how to make any.”
― Scaachi Koul, One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter

“They offer me a space on the sofa next to them and the pain of them being so naturally kind is like appendicitis. I need to double over and hold myself because they are so kind and keep regenerating and recharging their kindness without any input from me. CROW”
― Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

“She went like that saint who, although she still has her head on her shoulders, is carrying it in her hands, as if it had already been cut off.”
― Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay

“Once again her face changed. She was like someone standing in strong sunlight on a mountain top, looking back down the valley from which she had emerged and trembling with the memory still in her bones of the length and nature of the road she had travelled, the glaciers and forded rivers, the weariness and danger, and conscious of how far she still had to go.”
― Magda Szabó, The Door