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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
Hearts that loved boys and girls were no more reckless or easily won than any other heart. They loved who they loved. They broke how they broke. And the way it happened depended less on what was under their lovers’ clothes and more on what was wrapped inside their spirits. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore
He smiled, and it looked so true she wanted to take it apart and see how it worked. How she could draw that smile out of him again. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore
But she watched him like he contained some kind of hope too fragile to name. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore
There was magic to things that were familiar and ordinary. The way they were known was a kind of enchantment, and when they were gone, the spell broke. – Wild Beauty, Anna-Marie McLemore