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Forgiveness takes a lot of courage. – Paper Butterflies, Lisa Heathfield
I want you to use every day for something good. – Paper Butterflies, Lisa Heathfield
“I’d like another world.”
“What if I’m not in it, though?” “
“Then I’ll stay in this world,” I tell him. And I mean it. I’d live all the bad bits, just to have the good bits with him.
– Paper Butterflies, Lisa Heathfield
“Your life is precious. Every day that you’re on earth is precious. You have a place. You’re wanted.” I want to believe her. I need to take her words and stick them all over my skin and keep them safe there, so I never forget. “And if you face every day with hope, then you’ve already won.” – Paper Butterflies, Lisa Heathfield
I think it’s overrated to remember everything. There might be a good reason to forget some things and remember others. – The Secret Women, Sheila Williams
Heaven isn’t a place of clouds like pillows or gold-paved avenues where the souls of pious people stroll. (God, deliver us from pious people, right? They are boring.) Heaven is a moment like this one, one moment of clarity to realize that all you need is a good sleep. The feel of your lover’s hand against your cheek. The snoring of a sleeping child. Chocolate! Heaven is one stitch among many in a life, and it’s not easy to find, it hides. Because it’s only that moment, you only get a few. That moment of joy when you smile, you feel light, and you look at the brilliant moon and mysterious distant star and say thank you.
– The Secret Women, Sheila Williams
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” What bullshit, [she] thought… Love did not mean you didn’t have to apologize—just the opposite. Love meant having to say you were sorry over and over again. – The Secret Women, Sheila Williams
What shamed a girl was, in a boy, so often worth showing off. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore
This was a thing he’d learned: that setting his hand on a girl’s back, and that girl letting his hand stay, led to fairy rings, and ponds full of stars. Even in its first faint traces, love could alter a landscape. It wrote unimagined stories and made the most beautiful, forbidding places. Love grew such strange things. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore