Whatever you ever saw in that mirror left it long ago and became part of you. No one can steal that.
Tiffany BakerAmelia and I were at the age where wonderful things sometimes still did happen, but far less often than they used to.
Tiffany BakerWhat I really wanted to do was linger in the tidy lines that Marcus had scored into the earth. I wanted to sit in the exact center of the spiral and wait for the plants to unfurl themselves. I wanted them to climb and rove over my limbs until I burst into bloom with them.
Tiffany BakerTabitha's quilt was more than pieces of fabric sewn together. It was a patchwork of souls.
Tiffany BakerWell, the way I see it, honey, love's love, whatever shape it comes in.
Tiffany BakerWho says all the lines of love are supposed to match up? I'd never thought about it that way before - that maybe your perfect other wasn't everything you already were, but everything you were never going to be.
Tiffany BakerOf course, this memory makes me sorrowful now, for it anyone ever knew the shape of me, it was Amelia - and not just the outer lines of me, either, but all my innards as well. She was as necessary as the sun to me. She was the quiet heat that shimmered inside my shadow and made it live, and without her, I am a little darker.
Tiffany BakerSo often, we believe we are alone in the privacy of our fantasies, but that is a delusion as well - and perhaps the most dangerous kind. For in letting ourselves forget about the common threads of our innermost wishes, we erode our foundations and lose the keystone of our souls.
Tiffany BakerSometimes I think I collect souls to make up for the ones I've lost over the course of my life.
Tiffany BakerOn the face of things, we were hopelessly mismatched, but somehow we fit together perfectly.
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