So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.