"The heat of the sun rested on me like a blanket of molten gold." - Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros
"There: soft fingers on vibrating steel, and a chord, shimmered into the air, nebulous and milky, like light from an old, old star. A voice: warm and low and gentle, a voice to cast spells, charm snakes, shape the course of dreams." - Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
β Mary Oliver, The Pond
"It's impossible to get that angry unless you're capable of loving deeply..." -Nicholas Sparks, The Choice
"The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean," - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
βAnd she went into the sea because her core ached and there was no healing.β
May Sarton, from "She Shall Be Called Woman", Selected Poems
"We're still friends. I just can't trust her or tell her anything important." - Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer
"Nothing brought them more joy than the fall of a lovely woman. They picked over her reputation like vultures, scavenging for every scrap of flesh they could devour." - Jennifer Saint, Elektra
"And so my days drifted by, a joyous mix of sun worship, escaping from lessons, and the heavy leaden smell of paint." - Laura Shepperson, Phaedra
"Concealed behind strong barriers the heart becomes ice." - Frank Herbert, Heretics of Dune