Simona B

“There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

“Il pensiero le tornava sempre a un punto: che non c'era nessuno capace d'intendere, neanche lontanamente, tutto quello che lei intendeva, tutto quello che c'era in lei.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“Why didn’t you say something?”
Flushing beet red, I replied, “Your inheritance was unexpected. I wanted to live there again, thought that it may have been . . . mine.”
“And so it is!” he crowed. “Every brick, every weapon, every bloody blade of grass is as much yours as I am, darling, supposing you’ll give me a pallet in the stables and a crust from time to time. Are you quite mad?”
“I don’t want you to live on a pallet.” My tears spilled, and he painted his fingertips over my jaw. “I want you to live in my bones.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Dogs asleep in the sun often whined and barked, but they were unable to tell what they saw that made them whine and bark. He had often wondered what it was. And that was all he was, a dog asleep in the sun.”
― Jack London