The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
Erin Morgenstern...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.
Erin MorgensternDo you remember all of your audiences?" Marco asks. "Not all of them," Celia says. "But I remember the people who look at me the way you do." "What way might that be?" "As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me." " I am not afraid of you," Marco says.
Erin MorgensternโNothing's impossible,โ Poppet responds. She smiles at him and jumps, her red hair trailing out behind her as she falls.
Erin MorgensternYou send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. Iโm running out of vases. I didnโt know roses came in so many colors. You say theyโre the perfect symbols of love because they have thorns and love is pain. I say life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. And you donโt get it. You say you love me, but you donโt speak my language. You donโt even realize Iโm an orchid girl.
Erin Morgenstern