You donโt need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.
Anna GodbersenHenry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.
Anna GodbersenWe see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimatesโ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.
Anna Godbersen