We used to be faithful about it, but ever since Father went away, and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. ~from Little Women
There was the sprawling ocean and the sprawling land, and we were floating above it all. Everything up there soared. Our faces were rosy and chapped. I could feel my heart leaping through my shirt. The sea was thick in wavy blankets of deep greens, and suddenly, the sky looked like it would like the top of our heads. There was mainland river runoff rushing to the ocean, ships inching along the horizon, the sound of hysterical sea birds. It was cold, but it was all ours, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.
~From Creatures by Crissy Van Meter
“But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”
“It wasn’t only that you didn’t see him anymore, meet him anymore. You saw his absence and encountered it as something tangible. His not being there was like the sharply outlined emptiness of a photo with a figure cut out precisely with scissors and now the missing figure is more important, more dominant than all others.” ~Pascal Mercier from Night Train to Lisbon
There’s no one right way to be a woman. ~Karamo Brown
Episode 18, season 3 of Queer Eye
At the seaside it’s always best to have fruit one can be sure of.
~from In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust
A summer of nothing sounded exactly right to me.
~from My Jasper June by Laurel Snyder
Ella and Bryn sat side-by-side in the brilliant noon sun, every bit of the yard gilded by the light. There was no wind today and so the sun felt just on the cusp of too warm and the flush and shine of it on skin and hair seemed decadent. ~from Say Say Say by Lila Savage
The sameness of each day, each year, acted like the endless reopening of a cut, scarring those summers into her memory.
~from Disappearing Earth by Julia Phillips
So much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.