Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings Quotes
Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
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“We're going to leave, baby, okay? I'm going to put some of your things into a bag."
"Are you taking your pretty things, Mummy?"
"You are my pretty things, honey.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
"Are you taking your pretty things, Mummy?"
"You are my pretty things, honey.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
“The sky was the colour of mushrooms and the clouds were the shape.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
“Naomi figured that newly employed Lin had provided the treats as the rest of her team knew glazed doughnuts were her least favourite. “Glazed doughnuts are the equivalent of sex without foreplay: pointless and bland,” she’d quipped one day, and everyone had laughed and agreed.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
“Joining her at the table, Liz said, “They’re ever-changing. Swirling, dilating, expanding. To look at, you’d think they hardly move at all, but they actually travel at around a hundred miles an hour.” She took Naomi’s hands in hers again. “We are never stuck, my love. We’re always moving towards something, whether we see it or not. And yes, sometimes we’re forced to bear the greyness of life, but eventually the sun shines through us again.” She smiled, her pink papery cheeks resembling the inside of a rose. “As Maya Angelou once said, ‘Every storm runs out of rain’.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
“Naomi gazed out at the rain-swollen puffs in the sky. She wanted to tell Liz that she knew all about clouds, that there was a permanently darkened one that hung over her like a heavy sack of soot. All-consuming, it weighed upon her shoulders, infiltrating and clotting her mind with its rabid poison. Instead, she turned her mind to the type of clouds she knew Liz was referring to: ethereal, marshmallow-esque, the mattresses in the sky upon which angels fell into a tranquil slumber.”
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
