Marea

“She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.”
― M.C. Beaton, Love, Lies and Liquor

“Please do not understand me too quickly.”
― André Gide

“Bexley’s Pills,”
― Emily Brightwell, Mrs. Jeffries Pinches the Post