I just stored up my hurts, as if they were a tower made of fallen stars, invisible to most people, but brightly burning inside of me.
She had come to believe that if her father had wanted a docile daughter, he should never have allowed her access to the ocean.
It’s not finding what’s lost, it’s understanding what you’ve found.
We had been together as animals were, desperate and driven by a fierce need
there was a distance between us. Just because something is unspoken doesn’t mean that it disappears.
I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards.
He said God could distinguish a sinner from a sin.
People will disappoint you with their cruelty every time
There he is, in the fading light, certain of what he wants, certain of her. If Gillian were speaking to her sister, or more correctly, if Sally were speaking to her, Gillian would draw her over to the window to get a look. Isn’t he beautiful? That’s what she would have said if she and Sally had been talking. I wish I deserved him, she would have whispered into her sister’s ear.
Mrs. Jones leaned in close. She smelled of wool and peppermint. “There’s a man somewhere who wanted you to believe in something…