Dholsten

“She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.”
― Adam Foulds, The Quickening Maze

“On the hill behind her crows flew one by one into the bare trees, arranging their dark blots in the scrim of branches and adding their warnings to the drear sounds of this day. Gone, gone, they rasped. Here was a dead world learning to speak in dissonant, unbearable sounds.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Flight Behavior

“The density of the butterflies in the air now gave her a sense of being underwater, plunged into a deep pond among bright fishes.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Flight Behavior

“Every now and then we enter the presence of the numinous and deduce for an instant how we're formed, in what detail the force that infuses every petal might specifically run through us, wishing only to lure us into our full potential.”
― Mary Karr, Lit