Sol

“We lunge together, two actors in a story so old that its rhythms are recorded in marrow, retold with every new birth, repeated with every fresh death.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“From the first moment Emily held Connor in her arms, she loved him. He was dear to her, dear not just in the sense of cherished, but also in its older, forgotten meaning, the one that people didn't use often. Dear as in costly. Something that came at a high price. Whatever the price, Emily would pay it.”
― Marie Rutkoski, Ordinary Love

“The reassurance of the Word was what all of us wanted in church. Defibrillate us. Shock our hearts. Tell us that pain is okay. That life is fucked but still worth it. Tell us that pain is a crucial part of everyone’s story—every birth and rebirth. Tell us we don’t need to answer every question. The divine mystery sparked my conversion. If it worked on me, it could lift anyone. Perhaps Father Reese was exhausted. We all were. But come on. So often I wished it could be me or any of my Sisters up at that pulpit, sharing that passion that we felt every day. Even thorny Sister Honor could stir us into feeling the Lord, or at least scare us. Feeling something was better than being numb.”
― Margot Douaihy, Scorched Grace

“We were born together, we died together. I cannot live without you.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts