Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.
Alice HoffmanLove ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.
Alice HoffmanTrouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.
Alice Hoffman