The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.
Anna GodbersenDiana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.
Anna GodbersenShe had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Anna Godbersen